O king, may a hundred physicians of thousand minds, deep and wise, attend you. May they ward off far away the unrighteousness that has been done by hostile ones; may they dispel our confusion.

Yours, O king, are a hundred and a thousand medicaments; may your favour, comprehensive and profound, be (with us); keep afar from us Nirṛti, with unfriendly looks, and liberate us from whatever sin we may have committed.

A hundred balms are thine, O King, a thousand; deep and wide-reaching also be thy favours. Far from us, far away drive thou Destruction. Put from us e'en the sin we have committed.