O gods, when the dove, sent as herald of Unmaking, cometh to seek its lot, we shall lift our voices in song, and cast it out with rite.

Let there be health for those that walk on two legs, and health for those that walk on four.

Let the dove, though sent forth, bear us goodwill; O ye gods, let the bird of omen bring no ill beneath our roof.

Let Agni, the fire-born seer, delight in what we lay upon the flame— and let the wingèd shaft pass us by.

This dart with wings shall not seize us by guile.
In yonder hearth it marketh its track.
May our kine be kept, and our kin unharmed.
Let not the dove bring hurt upon us, O gods.

When the owl doth cry, it cometh to naught— so too when the dove leaveth sign in the flame.

To him for whom it is sent, be all due awe:
to Yama, who is Death and end of days.

With this verse, thrust the dove away.
Glad of its draught, lead thou thy cow in circle 'round, blotting out all bane and burden.

And when it leaveth us our strengthening meat, then swiftest of wings, let it fly far hence.