I release thee, with an offering, unto life—from the shadow of the unknown ill, from the sickness that striketh kings.
Or if some Seizer hath laid hold of him indeed, then from her grasp, O Indra and Agni, set him free.

If his span be spent, or he be already gone, or if but now he slipped unto death’s threshold, I draw him forth from the womb of Undoing. I have bought him back for a hundred harvests.

With an offering that beholdeth a thousandfold, bestowing a hundred years and lifetimes alike, I have called him back— that Indra may guide him through a hundred autumns unto the far shore, beyond all hard going.

Live thou in strength through a hundred autumns, a hundred winters, and a hundred springs.
For a hundred years, let Indra and Agni, Savitar and Bṛhaspati renew thee, with a gift that bringeth a hundredfold breathings of life.

I have drawn thee hither; I have found thee again.
Thou art come anew, thou reborn one.
With limbs made whole, I see thine eye made sound and thy span of days unbroken.