Where the birds soar high, untouched by illness, there my longing travels—swift as an arrow seeking the softest place. May my love reach that realm, unhindered and true. For what resides within is also found without, and what is without is mirrored within; thus, with the power of sacred herbs, I draw to me the hearts of maidens of every form. There is a woman who yearns for a husband, and I, too, desire her. I have come, filled with fortune and vigor, like a spirited horse neighing with delight, to join myself with her. United, we are blessed. Turning to healing, I invoke Indra’s mighty stone, the great destroyer of worms and remover of all afflictions. With its strength, I crush the worms as if grinding grain with a pestle. Be they seen or unseen, with or without mouths—even those of the Kurus—I strike down all the crawling worms with the power of words. The weak and the strong, the insubstantial and those with form, all perish before this incantation. Any that remain, I drive away with words, leaving none behind. Worms residing in the intestines, in the head, in the sides, or in the excrement—those that bring disease—are all struck down by our utterances. Even those hidden in the mountains, forests, plants, animals, and waters, and those that have entered our bodies, I destroy completely, eradicating their entire lineage. As the Sun rises, may he destroy the worms with his light; as he sets, may his rays eradicate those within the cow. The many-formed worm, the four-eyed, the speckled, the white—I tear apart their backs and cut off their heads. Here, like Kanva and Madagni before me, I strike down the worms; with Agastya’s incantation, I crush them. Their king is slain, their chief is slain, the mother worm, the brother, the sister—all are vanquished. All who dwell with them, all who surround them, even the smallest, are destroyed. I tear off their horns, break their poison-bags, and render harmless those who bear venom. From your eyes, nostrils, ears, and beneath your chin, I remove disease from your head, brain, and tongue. From your neck, shoulders, collarbones, and upper arms, I remove disease from your flesh, muscles, and arms. From your heart, lungs, and ribs, I remove disease from your spleen and liver. From your intestines, rectum, innermost parts, and belly, I remove disease from your flanks and navel. From your thighs, bones, heels, and feet, I remove burning disease from your hips and buttocks. From your bones, marrow, sinews, and vessels, I remove disease from your hands, fingers, and nails. From every limb, every hair, every joint, I drive out the disease of your skin, using Kashyapa’s remedy, so that you are wholly healed. He who rules, the Lord of cattle and all beings on four feet and two, may he come to accept his share of the sacrifice, bringing prosperity and abundance to the sacrificer. O gods, as you release the seed of the world, grant passage to the sacrificer; let all that is prepared and at rest, beloved to you, reach the destined path. Those who, with reflection, saw the one being bound—may Agni, the divine Maker of all, standing at the fore, release him, rejoicing in offspring. The domestic animals, though many and varied, are yet of one essence—may Vāyu, Lord of creatures, also release them, rejoicing in offspring. Let the ancestors, knowing their descendants, receive the one who moves with breath; may he ascend to heaven, stand firm in his body, and reach the heavenly world along the paths of the gods. Those who partook, yet acted righteously, whom the fires and sacred seats followed—may any discord among them be made right by the Maker of all. Even if the sages called the lord of sacrifice sinful and the people, suffering, called him abandoned, and if any harm was done to children by churning, may the Maker of all restore us, uniting us with what was lost. If one, thinking himself not a giver or a drinker of soma, wise in sacrifice but unsteady, has sinned and is bound, O Maker of all, release him for his well-being. The seers are formidable—homage to them! May their sight and minds be true. Homage to Bṛhaspati, the radiant and mighty, and to the Maker of all. Protect us. The eye of the sacrifice, its beginning and its mouth—I offer with speech, hearing, and mind. May the gods, well-disposed, come to this sacrifice, which the Maker of all has extended. May Agni come to us with goodwill and support; may this maiden come with fortune, favored in her choices, in assemblies, and in delight. May she find happiness in her marriage. Favored by Soma, by sacred utterance, gathered by Aryaman and Bhaga, and by the truth of the divine Creator, I proclaim this union. O Agni, let this woman find a worthy husband; may Soma the king grant her fortune. May she bear sons, become a queen, and shine in good fortune in her husband’s house. As the donkey dear to Maghavan became pleasing and gentle among wild animals, so may this woman, favored by Bhaga, be dear to her husband and never cause him offense. Climb the boat of Bhaga, ever full and moving; with it, approach the suitor who awaits you. Cry out, O lord of wealth, and make the suitor eager; make all things favorable for the union. This gold, this amulet, this bull, and Bhaga—these are given to the husbands so the suitor may know. May Savitṛ guide you, may your husband lead you; O sacred herb, place her with him. May Agni, the knowing one, confront our enemies, burning up curses and hostility. May Jātavedas bewilder the armies of others and render their hands powerless. You fierce Maruts, come and help—slay and support us. The Vasus, when called, have come to aid, for Agni, their wise messenger, stands before them. Thus, with sacred words and divine blessings, love, healing, protection, and prosperity are invoked, and the journey of union and sacrifice is sanctified under the watchful eyes of the gods.