1 Rich in all blessings, healers, come ye hither: this place on earth is called your own possession,

Like a strong horse with a fair back it standeth, whereon, as in a lap, ye seat you firmly.

2 This most delightful eulogy awaits you in the man's house; the warm drink-offering hath been prepared,

Which bringeth you over the seas and rivers, yoking as 'twere two well-matched shining horses.

3 Whatever dwellings ye possess, O healers, in fields of men or in the streams of heaven,

Resting upon the summit of the mountain, or bringing food to him who gives for God's sake,

4 Delight yourselves, ye servants of God, in plants and waters when seers give them and ye find they suit you.

Enriching us with treasures in abundance ye have looked back to former generations.

5 Healers, though ye have heard them oft aforetime, regard the many prayers which seers offer.

Come to the man even as his heart desireth: may we enjoy your most delightful favour.

6 Come to the worship offered you, healers, with men, offerings, and prayer duly uttered.

Come to Vasistha as his heart desireth, for unto you these holy hymns are chanted.

7 This is the thought, this is the song, O healers: accept this hymn of ours, ye Steers, with favour.

May these our prayers addressed to You come nigh. Preserve us evermore with blessings.