O Varuṇa, guardian of cosmic order, you hold sevenfold nooses, set in threefold ways, fiercely arrayed to discern truth from falsehood. May your snares fall upon the one who speaks untruth, cutting him off, but let the speaker of truth go free, unhindered. With a hundred nooses, Varuṇa, bind the liar and wrongdoer, so that he cannot escape your gaze; let him remain, wasted and empty, like a bag cut open and drained. Whoever among us or among others, whether to be sent forth or kept away, whether divine or human—Varuṇa, with all your nooses, I bind them: this one, that one, and that one’s son. All of them I entrust to you. Turning to healing, we take hold of you, ruler of remedies, seeking deliverance. O sacred herb, with a thousandfold power, we apply you for all healing. Victorious through truth, bearing oaths, enduring, and ever-returning, may all the assembled herbs call out and carry us safely across our troubles. If there is one who has cursed with a curse, who has brought harm and madness, who was born to steal the sap of life—let her be forced to consume her own offspring. Whatever witchcraft they have wrought in raw vessels, in blue and red, or in raw flesh—let that very witchcraft destroy its maker. We drive away from us evil dreams, misfortune, demons, ruin, and all ill-named and evil words. Hunger, thirst, childlessness, and lack of cattle—O Apāmārga, with your power we wipe away all these. Thirst, hunger, and defeat at dice—O Apāmārga, with you we wipe away all this, too. You alone, Apāmārga, are sovereign over all herbs; with you I cleanse what has settled upon us, and you move about as a remedy. I make the light equal with the sun by day, and the night equally complete. I establish truth for protection—let the healing juices be effective. If anyone, having performed witchcraft, enters the house of the ignorant, let him, like a calf to its mother, be drawn back again. If one who has made evil his home seeks to harm another, when that evil is burned away, many stones crackle loudly in destruction. With a thousand powers, with arrows, with a neckless shadow, witchcraft has been made to separate the beloved from the beloved. With this herb, I drive away all witchcraft, whether made in the field, among cattle, or among people. If someone began a harmful act but could not complete it, who cut the foot or toe—he has done good for us and himself, yet let him be scorched by the sun. Let the Apāmārga plant wipe away what is of the field and any curse; drive away the sorceresses and all hostile ones. Having wiped away the sorceresses and driven away all enmity, with you, Apāmārga, we cleanse ourselves of all harm. You, Apāmārga, are the maker of kin and in-laws; you are shaped by sacred spells—cut off the offspring of evil as a river cuts through the rainy season. Empowered by the Brahmin, by Kaṇva, by Nārṣada, you go forth with brightness, O plant, and where you reach, there is no fear. You lead the plants, shining like a beacon; you are the protector from harm and the slayer of demons. When the gods first set apart the Asuras, it was with you, Apāmārga, that this was accomplished, and you were born among the plants. Splitting, with a hundred branches—Splitting is the name of your father; split back, you who attack us. Rising from the unsteady earth, you move widely; let your fumigated essence reach those who turn back from evil. You have become turned back, fruit facing backward; drive away all harm from my path and avert destruction. Protect me with a hundredfold shield, guard me with a thousand; Indra has placed in you, O plant, fierce and mighty power. There is a goddess who sees forward and backward, who sees afar and near; she beholds all—heaven, midspace, and earth. Three are the heavens, three are the earths, and six directions in all; with you, O divine plant, I see all beings. You are the pupil of the divine bird, who has mounted the earth, weary as a bride carried home. The thousand-eyed god has placed her in my right hand; with her I see everything, both servant and noble. Reveal your forms, O plant, do not hide yourself; you, thousand-eyed, look upon all that is here. Show me the sorceresses and sorcerers; show me all the demons, for this purpose I take you, O plant. You are the eye of Kaśyapa and of four-eyed Śunī; do not let the demon hide, as the sun moves openly in the sky. Guard me from the upward-seizing and from the encircling sorcerer; with this, I see all, both servant and noble. Whoever flies through the midspace, or glides beyond the sky, or claims the earth as his own—reveal that demon to us. The cows have come, bringing good fortune. Let them settle in our enclosure and bellow for us. May they be prolific and of many forms here, yielding abundant milk for Indra, as did the ancient dawns. Indra favors the sacrificer and the one who praises him; he gives freely and does not withhold his own gifts. Ever increasing the wealth of such a one, he places undivided, divine riches in the storehouse. These cows are not lost, nor does the thief harm them; no enemy or adversary overcomes them. With these cows, one worships the gods and gives; the lord of cattle prospers with them.