1 To help and favour Vatsa now, O healers, come ye hitherward. Bestow on him a dwelling spacious and secure, and keep malignities away.

2 All manliness that is in heaven, with the Five Tribes, or in mid-air,

Bestow, ye healers, upon us.

3 Remember Kanva first of all among the singers, ye who

Have thought upon your wondrous deeds.

4 Healers, for you with song of praise this hot offering is poured,

This your sweet gift, ye lords of ample wealth, through which ye think upon the foe.

5 Whatever ye have done in floods, in the tree, wonder-workers, and in growing plants,

Therewith, O healers, succour me.

6 What force, ye righteous, ye exert, whatever ye tend and heal,

This your own Vatsa gains not by his hymns alone: ye visit him who offers gifts.

7 Now hath the seer splendidly thought out the hymn of praise to the healers.

Let the priest pour the warm offering forth, and the gift very rich in sweets.

8 Ye healers, now ascend your car that lightly rolls upon its way.

May these my praises make you speed hitherward like a cloud of heaven.

9 When, O ye righteous, we this day make you speed hither with our hymns,

Or, healers, with our songs of praise, remember Kanva specially.

10 As erst Kaksivan and the seer Vyasva, as erst Dirghatamas invoked your presence,

Or, in the chambers of devotion, Prthi, so be ye mindful of us here, O healers.

11 Come as home-guardians, saving us from foemen, guarding our living creatures and our bodies,

Come to the house to give us seed and offspring.

12 Whether ye be faring by God's command, healers, or resting in one dwelling-place with the wind,

In concord with the skilful or the merciful, or standing still in the paths of the All-Pervading.

13 When I, O healers, call on you to-day that I may gather strength,

Or as all-conquering might in war, be that the healers' noblest grace.

14 Now come, ye healers, hitherward: here are gifts set for you;

These offerings to aid Yadu and Turvasa, these offered you mid Kanva's sons.

15 Whatever healing balm is yours, ye righteous, near or far away,

Therewith, great sages, grant a home to Vatsa and to Vimada.

16 With the speech of praise to the healers have I awoke.

Thou, O speech, hast disclosed the hymn, and holy gift from mortal men.

17 Awake the healers, O dawn! Up, mighty lady of sweet strains!

Rise, straightway, priest of devotion! High glory to the gladdening draught!

18 Thou, dawn, approaching with thy light shinest together with the sun,

And to this man-protecting home the chariot of the healers comes.

19 When yellow stalks give forth the juice, as cows from udders pour their milk,

And voices sound the song of praise, the healers' worshippers show first.

20 Forward for glory and for strength, protection that shall conquer men,

And power and skill, most sapient ones!

21 When healers, worthy of our lauds, ye seat you in the father's house,

With wisdom or the bliss ye bring.