His days are stretched afresh, for the twain who mount the wain have with steadfast word and might lengthened the life of Cyavana. And now, as Cyavana did, he setteth his strength to his task. Let Dissolution draw herself far away.

When the sacred song is raised, for wealth shall we make ourselves ready—with fare that bringeth honeyed hoard, and with renown in measure full. Let the song-weaver find joy in all our share. Let Dissolution draw herself far away.

With manly might may we o’ercome the strength of the alien, as Heaven o’ertops the Earth, and the hills the lowland fields. All these our goods the singer doth behold. Let Dissolution draw herself far away.

Deliver us not to Death, O Soma. Let our eyes behold the sun’s uprising. May our grey years be held in safety through all our days. Let Dissolution draw herself far away.

Thou that guidest to the further life, keep firm within us our mind. Stretch wide the thread of our years, that we may live. Delight in our gazing upon the sun, and wax in thy flesh with the pouring of ghee.

Thou that leadest unto that other shore, renew in us our sight, breathe once more into this frame for our good. Long may our eyes look upon the dawning sun. O Concord, be kindly and grant us our health.

Let Earth once more breathe life into us, let Heaven again bestow her gift, let Midspace do the same. Let Soma restore to us our frame, and Pūṣan give once more the way that leadeth unto thriving.

Let the twain world-halves bring blessing upon the well-born one, those two young mothers of truth and brightness. Let them bear away all hurt. O Heaven and Earth, cast ailment to the dust—let no grief nor affliction remain.

Lo, down descend the pair, and down the three—down come the healings from above. Unto the soil falleth the one. Let the twain bear off all sickness that may be. O Heaven and Earth, cast ailment to the dust—let no grief nor affliction remain.

Indra, give back the yoke-beast that drew the bridal cart of Uśīnarāṇī unto this place. Let the twain bear off all sickness that may be. O Heaven and Earth, cast ailment to the dust—let no grief nor affliction remain.