a Homage to thy wrath, O Rudra, To thine arrow homage also; Homage to thy bow, And homage to thine arms. b With thy most kindly arrow, And kindly bow, With thy kindly missile, Be gentle to us, O Rudra. c That body of thine, O Rudra, which is kindly, Not dread, with auspicious look, With that body, most potent to heal, O haunter of the mountains, do thou look on us. d The arrow which, O haunter of mountains, In thy hand [1] thou bearest to shoot, That make thou kindly, O guardian of mountains; Harm not the world of men. e With kindly utterance thee We address, O liver on the mountains, That all our folk Be free from sickness and of good cheer. f The advocate hath spoken in advocacy, The first divine leech, Confounding all the serpents And all sorceries. g The dusky, the ruddy, PRAPATHAKA V The brown, the auspicious, And the Rudras which in thousands Lie around this (earth) in the quarters [2], Their wrath do we deprecate. h He who creepeth away, Blue−necked and ruddy, Him the cowherds have seen, Have seen the bearers of water And him all creatures; May be, seen, be gentle unto us. i Homage to the blue−necked, Thousand−eyed one, the bountiful And to those that are his warriors I have paid my homage. k Unfasten from the two notches Of thy bow the bowstring, And cast thou down The arrows in thy hand [3]. 1 Unstringing thy bow, Do thou of a thousand eyes and a hundred quivers, Destroying the points of thine arrows, Be gentle and kindly to us. m Unstrung is the bow of him of the braided hair And arrowless his quiver; His arrows have departed, Empty is his quiver. n O most bountiful one, the missile That is in thy hand, thy bow, With it on all sides do thou guard us, Free from sickness. o Homage to thy weapon, Unstrung, dread; And homage to thy two hands, To thy bow. p May the missile from thy bow Avoid us on every side, And do thou lay far from us This quiver that is thine.