O wish-granting Earth, yield your nourishing milk as you desire, for Mitra and Varuna, for Indra, the Ashvins, Pushan, for all people and for the plants. Let your bounty flow to all who seek it. O sacred, unyoked ones, you who journey with the gods, be released now, for we have crossed beyond the darkness and attained this radiant light. We unite with the year and its seasons, with the dawn and her ruddy companions, with the Ashvins and their powers, with the sun and his charioteer, with Agni Vaiśvānara, with Ida and with ghee—svāhā! Let us recall the ancient plants, those born first for the gods in three ages. Of the brown-hued ones, I remember a hundred and seven abodes. O mothers, a hundred are your dwellings, a thousand are your shoots; therefore, O Indra of a hundred deeds, may you make all this my remedy. Rejoice, O plants—flowering and fruitful! Like swift horses, let the herbs, bearing fruit, carry us safely across all troubles. To you, O plants, I speak as to mothers, as to goddesses: may I gain a horse, a cow, clothing, and your very spirit. Your seat is in the ashvattha tree, your dwelling in its leaf; nourished by cows, it is said, you renew life in a person. Where plants gather, like kings in assembly, there is the sage and healer—he who drives away demons and disease. May all the plants, rich in horses and Soma, increasing strength and full of vigor, come to us for our complete safety. The vigor of the plants departs, just as cows leave the enclosure; yet, O Purusha, you are the self of those who bring wealth. The plants have crossed all boundaries—like a thief entering the herd, they have been shaken, and with them, all impurity leaves the body. When I, seeking strength, have taken these plants in my hand, the essence of disease perishes, just as the grip of death once did. Wherever the plants spread, limb by limb, there may they drive away disease, as a fierce warrior does in battle. Let disease fall away together with the bird cāṣa and the kikidīva; let it vanish with the wind and disappear with the departing mist. Let one plant protect another, and another support yet another; all of you, united, grant me this favor. Whether bearing fruit or fruitless, flowering or without flowers, born of Brihaspati—may all these herbs release us from harm. May they release me from curses, from the wrath of Varuna, from the fetter of Yama, and from every divine offense. The plants fall down and speak from the sky all around; the one who partakes of this life does not perish. You are the foremost among the many, wise, hundred-eyed plants of Soma the king, fulfilling desires and bringing joy. You are the plants of Soma the king, spread over the earth, born of Brihaspati—grant her your strength. Those who hear nearby and those far away—let all herbs, gathering together, grant her your strength. May neither the one who digs you up nor the one for whom I dig you be harmed; may all our bipeds and quadrupeds be free from illness. The plants spoke together with Soma the king: “For whom the Brahmin prepares, O king, we shall deliver him.” You are the destroyer of swelling, disperser of piles; you ripen and destroy a hundred diseases. You were dug by the Gandharvas, by Indra, by Brihaspati; you, O plant, Soma the wise king, released from disease. Withstand for me all hostilities, withstand the attack of the enemy, withstand all evil, O enduring plant. Long life to the one for whom you are dug, and to whom I dig you; may you, being long-lived, grow with a hundred roots. O best of plants, your trees are supports; let that support be ours, whoever assails us. Let not him who is the begetter of earth, or who has spread the sky in truth, harm us; nor he who first begot the shining waters. To which god shall we offer with oblation? Advance, O earth, with the sacrifice, together with the milk; let Agni, impelled, ascend your fat. O Agni, what is bright of yours, what is shining, pure, and fit for sacrifice—that we bear to the gods. Here I take food and strength, the source of truth, the stream of the mighty one; let it enter our cows and our bodies. I cast away disease, barrenness, and misfortune. O Agni, your fame and power are great; your flames shine, O radiant one. Of broad light, with your might you grant strength and praise to the worshipper, O sage. Of pure radiance, shining radiance, unfailing radiance, you rise upward with your light; as a son moving between his mothers, you fill both worlds. O Jātavedas, offspring of strength, rejoice in good praises, established by wise thoughts; in you, O richly formed and wondrously born one, the bountiful have placed their offerings. O Agni, shining forth, expand with beings for us wealth, O immortal one; you shine with the visible form, you fill the seat with strength. O maker of the rite, wise dweller in great wealth, you grant the fair, great, and blessed gift; you bestow abundant food and riches on the seat. The peoples have placed Agni, the mighty, the all-seeing, the upholder of order, for favor; you, O divine one, most renowned and widely spread, are praised by men of all ages with song. Fill yourself up, let your vigor come together from all sides, O Soma; be present at the gathering of strength.