A prayer to Vāchaspati for divine illumination and help.

1Now may Vāchaspati assign to me the strength and powers of Those Who, wearing every shape and form, the triple seven, are wandering round.

2Come thou again, Vāchaspati, come with divine intelligence. Vasoshpati, repose thou here. In me be Knowledge, yea, in me.

3Here, even here, spread sheltering arms like the two bow-ends strained with cord. This let Vāchaspati confirm. In me be Knowledge, yea, in me.

4Vāchaspati hath been invoked: may he invite us in reply. May we adhere to Sacred Lore. Never may I be reft thereof.

A charm against dysentery

1We know the father of the shaft, Parjanya, liberal nourisher, Know well his mother: Prithivī, Earth with her manifold designs.

2Do thou, O Bowstring, bend thyself around us: make my body stone. Firm in thy strength drive far away malignities and hateful things.

3When, closely clinging round the wood, the bowstring sings triumph to the swift and whizzing arrow, Indra, ward off from us the shaft, the missile.

4As in its flight the arrow’s point hangs between earth and firmament, So stand this Munja grass between ailment and dysenteric ill!

A charm against constipation and suppression of urine

1We know the father of the shaft, Parjanya strong with hundred powers: By this may I bring health unto thy body: let the channels pour their burthen freely as of old.

2We know the father of the shaft, Mitra, the Lord of hundred powers: By this, etc.

3We know the father of the shaft, Varuna, strong with hundred powers:  By this, etc.

4We know the father of the shaft, the Moon endowed with hundred powers: By this, etc.

5We know the father of the shaft, the Sun endowed with hundred powers: By this may I bring health unto thy body: let the channels pour their burthen freely as of old.

6Whate’er hath gathered, as it flowed, in bowels, bladder, or in groins, Thus let the conduit, free from check, pour all its burthen as of old.

7I lay the passage open as one cleaves the dam that bars the lake: Thus let, etc.

8Now hath the portal been unclosed as, of the sea that holds the flood: Thus let, etc.

9Even as the arrow flies away when loosened from the archer’s bow, Thus let the burthen be discharged from channels that are checked no more.

To the waters, for the prosperity of cattle

1Along their paths the Mothers go, sisters of priestly ministrants, Blending their water with the mead.

2May yonder Waters near the Sun, or those wherewith the Sun is joined, Send forth this sacrifice of ours.

3I call the Waters, Goddesses, hitherward where our cattle drink: The streams must share the sacrifice.

4Amrit is in the Waters, in the Waters balm. Yea, through our praises of the Floods, O