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 form-
ing 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.
