I, As the Sun goes round the heaven, have travelled round the Serpents' race. I ward thy poison off, as Night parts all else living from the Sun.
With this, discovered in the days of old by Brāhmans, Rishis, Gods, With this I ward thy poison off, thou Biter! formed and forming now.
With mead I mingle flowing streams: the hills and mountains shall be mead. Parushni and Sipālā mead. May it be well with mouth and heart.
