2To Asamati, spring of gifts, lord of the brave, a radiant car, The conqueror of Bhajeratha

3Who, when the spear hath armed his hand, or even weaponless o'erthrows Men strong as buffaloes in fight;

4Him in whose service flourishes Iksvaku, rich and dazzling−bright. As the Five Tribes that are in heaven.

5Indra, support the princely power of Rathaprosthas matched by none, Even as the Sun for all to see.

6Thou for Agastya's sister's sons yokest thy pair of ruddy steeds. Thou troddest niggards under foot, all those, O King, who brought no gifts.

7This is the mother, this the sire, this one hath come to be thy life. What brings thee forth is even this. Now come, Subandhu, get thee forth.

8As with the leather thong they bind the chariot yoke to hold it fast, So have I held thy spirit fast, held it for life and not for death, held it for thy security.

9Even as this earth, the mighty earth, holds fast the monarchs of the wood. So have I held thy spirit fast, held it for life and not for death, held it for thy security.

10Subandlin's spirit I have brought from Yarna, from Vivasvan's Son, Brought it for life and not for death, yea, brought it for security.

11The wind blows downward from on high, downward the Sun−God sends his heat, Downward the milch−cow pours her milk: so downward go thy pain and grief.

12Felicitous is this mine hand, yet more felicitous is this. This hand contains all healing balms, and this makes whole with gentle touch.