With retroverted fruit hast thou, O Apāmārga, sprung and
grown.
Hence into distance most remote drive every curse away from,
me.
Whatever evil we have done, whatever vile or sinful act,
With thee, O Apāmārga, who lookest all ways, we wipe it off.
If with the cripple we have lived, whose teeth are black and
nails deformed,
With thee, O Apāmārga, we wipe all that ill away from us.
