2 O Lord, concurring in the prayer, drive off the devourer, the malady of evil name that hath attacked thy babe and womb.

3 That which destroys the sinking germ, the settled, moving embryo,

That which will kill the babe at birth, even this will we drive far away.

HYMN CLXIII. Against Disease.

1 From both thy nostrils, from thine eyes, from both thine ears and from thy chin,

Forth from thy head and brain and tongue I drive thy malady away.

2 From the neck-tendons and the neck, from the breast-bones and from the spine,

From shoulders, upper, lower arms, I drive thy malady away.

3 From viscera and all within, forth from the rectum, from the heart,

From kidneys, liver, and from spleen, I drive thy malady away.

4 From thighs, from knee-caps, and from heels, and from the forepart of the feet,

From hips, from stomach, and from groin I drive thy malady away.

5 From what is voided from within, and from thy hair, and from thy nails,

From all thyself from top to toe, I drive thy malady away.

6 From every member, every hair, disease that comes in every joint,

From all thyself, from top to toe, I drive thy malady away.

HYMN CLXIV. Prayer against Evil Dreams.

1 Avaunt, thou evil thought! Depart, and vanish far away. Look on destruction far from hence.

The live man's mind is manifold.

2 A happy boon do men elect, a mighty blessing they obtain.

The live man's mind seeks many a place.

3 If by address, by blame, by imprecation we have committed sin, awake or sleeping,

All hateful acts of ours, all evil doings may God bear away to distant places.

4 When our deeds are wrongful and unjust, may the Provident One prevent our foes from troubling us.

5 We have prevailed this day and won: we are made free from sin and guilt.

HYMN CLXVII. The Mighty.

1 This pleasant offering, O Mighty One, is made for Thee: Thou art the ruling Lord of beaker and of juice.

Bestow upon us wealth with many hero sons: Thou, having glowed with fervour, winnest heavenly light.

2 Let us call the Powerful to the offerings here made, winner of light who joyeth in the potent gift.

Mark well this worship of ours and come to us: we pray to the Bountiful, the Vanquisher of hosts.

HYMN CLXVIII. The Wind.

1 O the wind's chariot, O its power and glory! Crashing it goes and hath a voice of thunder.

It makes the regions red and touches heaven, and as it moves the dust of earth is scattered.

2 Along the traces of the wind they hurry, they come to it as dames to an assembly.

Borne on his car with these for his attendants, the wind speeds forth, a servant of the universe's Monarch.

3 Travelling on the paths of air's mid-region, no single day doth he take rest or slumber.

Holy and earliest-born, friend of the waters, where did he spring and from what region came he?

4 Germ of the world, the vital spirit of the creatures, this wind moves ever as his Lord appoints.

His voice is heard, his shape is ever viewless. Let us give thanks to God for this wind, His sign, with our offering.

HYMN CLXIX. The Cattle.

1 May the wind blow upon our cows with healing: may they eat herbage full of vigorous juices.

May they drink waters rich in life and fatness: to food that moves on feet be gracious, O Lord.

2 Like-coloured, various-hued, or single-coloured, whose names through worship are known to the Radiant One,

Whom the Angirases produced by fervour, vouchsafe to these, O Giver of rain, great protection.

3 Those who have offered their bodies for the righteous, whose varied forms are all well known,

Those grant us in our cattle-pen, O Mighty One, with their full streams of milk and plenteous offspring.

4 The Creator, bestowing these upon me, one-minded with all the righteous and with the forefathers, hath to our cow-pen brought auspicious cattle: so may we own the offspring they will bear us.

HYMN CLXX. The Sun.

1 May the Bright Lord accept the sweet offering, giving the lord of worship uninjured life;

He who, wind-urged, in person guards our offspring well, hath nourished them with food and shines o'er many a land.

2 Radiant, as high Truth, cherished, best at winning strength, Truth based upon the statute that supports the heavens,

He rose, a light, that kills the foes, best slayer of the oppressors and enemies.

3 This light, the best of lights, supreme, all-conquering, winner of riches, is exalted with high laud.

All-lighting, radiant, mighty as the sun to see, He spreadeth wide unfailing victory and strength.

4 Beaming forth splendour with Thy light, Thou hast attained heaven's lustrous realm.

By Thee were brought together all existing things, Possessor of all power, All-effecting Lord.

HYMN CLXXI. The Mighty.

1 For Ita's sake who pressed the juice, Thou, O Mighty One, didst protect his car,

And hear the giver's call.

2 Thou from his skin hast borne the head of the swift-moving combatant,

And sought the giver's home.

3 Venya, that mortal man, hast Thou, for Astrabudhna the devout,

O Mighty One, many a time set free.

HYMN CLXXII. Dawn.

1 With all thy beauty come: the kine approaching with full udders follow on thy path.

2 Come with kind thoughts, most liberal, rousing the warrior's hymn of praise, with bounteous ones.

3 As nourishers we tie the thread, and, liberal with our bounty, offer worship.

4 Dawn drives away her sister's gloom, and, through her excellence, makes her retrace her path.

HYMN CLXXIII. The King.

1 Be with us; I have chosen thee: stand steadfast and immovable. Let all the people wish for thee; let not thy kingship fall away.

2 Be even here; fall not away; be like a mountain unremoved.

Stand steadfast here, and hold the kingship in the grasp.

3 This man hath God established, made secure by strong offering's power.

May the Lord of Prayer speak a benison on him.

4 Firm is the sky and firm the earth, and steadfast also are these hills.

Steadfast is all this living world, and steadfast is this king of men.

5 Steadfast, may the All-Seeing King, steadfast, the Lord of Prayer,

Steadfast, may the Mighty, steadfast too, may the Radiant keep thy steadfast reign.

6 On constant faith let us think with constant gift in worship, and then may the Mighty make the clans bring tribute unto thee alone.

HYMN CLXXIV. The King.

1 With offering for success in fight whence the Mighty One was victorious, with this, O Lord of Prayer, let us attain to royal sway.

2 Subduing those who rival us, subduing all malignities,

Withstand the man who menaces, withstand the man who angers us.

3 The Light-giver, the Lord, hath made thee a victorious King;

All elements have aided thee, to make thee general conqueror.

4 The offering, that which the Mighty gave and thus grew glorious and most high, this have I offered, and hence now, verily, am rivalless.

5 Slayer of rivals, rivalless, victorious, with royal sway,

Over these beings may I rule, may I be sovereign of the folk.

HYMN CLXXV. Press-stones.

1 May the Light-giver, O stones, stir you according to the Law: be harnessed to the shafts, and press.

2 Stones, drive calamity away, drive ye away malevolence:

Make ye the cows our medicine.

3 Of one accord the upper stones, giving the bull his bull-like strength,

Look down with pride on those below.

4 May the Light-giver, O stones, stir you as Law commands for him

Who worships, pouring juice.

HYMN CLXXVI. The Radiant.

1 With hymns of praise their sons have told aloud the craftsmen's mighty deeds,

Who, all-supporting, have enjoyed the earth as 'twere a mother cow.

2 Bring forth the Lord with song divine, the Knower of all, hitherward,

To bear our gifts at once to heaven.

3 He here, a God-devoted priest, led forward comes to worship.

Like a car covered for the road, he, glowing, knows himself the way.

4 This light rescues from distress, a sign yet mightier than strength, a sign that hath been made for life.

HYMN CLXXVII. The Bird of Light.

1 The sapient with their spirit and their mind behold the bird adorned with all wisdom's might.

Sages observe him in the ocean's inmost depth: the wise disposers seek the station of his rays.

2 The flying bird bears speech within his spirit: erst it was pronounced in the womb:

And at the seat of worship the sages cherish this radiant, heavenly-bright invention.

3 I saw the herdsman, him who never resteth, approaching and departing on his pathways.

He, clothed in gathered and diffusive splendour, within the worlds continually travels.

HYMN CLXXVIII. The Swift One.

1 This very mighty one whom the righteous commission, the conqueror of cars, ever triumphant,

Swift, fleet to battle, with uninjured fellies, even him for our weal will we call hither.

2 As though we offered up our gifts to the Mighty, may we ascend, him as a ship, for safety.

Like the two wide worlds, broad, deep, far-extended, may we be safe both when he comes and leaves you.

3 He who with might the five lands hath pervaded, like the sun with his lustre, and the waters,

His strength wins hundreds, thousands, none avert it, as the young maid repelleth not her lover.

HYMN CLXXIX. The Mighty.

1 Now lift ye up yourselves and look on the offering made in its season. If it be ready, offer it; unready, ye have been remiss.