Sukta 12

Mantra 1

यक्ष्मनाशनम्। ज॒रा॒यु॒जः प्र॑थ॒म उ॒स्रियो॒ वृषा॒ वात॑भ्रजा स्त॒नय॑न्नेति वृ॒ष्ट्या। स नो॑ मृडाति त॒न्व ऋजु॒गो रु॒जन् य एक॒मोज॑स्त्रे॒धा वि॑चक्र॒मे

A destroyer of Yakṣma: the afterbirth-born, the first and foremost, the ruddy Bull—wind-flashing, thundering—advances with the rain. May he show us grace unto the body, straight-going, crushing (the ill), even he who with single might strode forth in threefold wise.

Mantra 2

अङ्गे॑ अङ्गे शो॒चिषा॑ शिश्रिया॒णं न॑म॒स्यन्त॑स्त्वा ह॒विषा॑ विधेम । अ॒ङ्कान्त्स॑म॒ङ्कान् ह॒विषा॑ विधेम॒ यो अग्र॑भी॒त् पर्वा॑स्या॒ ग्रभी॑ता

Limb after limb, with purifying flame established upon thee, we, doing reverence, would serve thee with oblation. The crooks, the close-knit constrictions, with oblation would we undo—(that) Seizer who hath seized the joints, the Grasper.

Mantra 3

मु॒ञ्च शी॑र्ष॒क्त्या उ॒त का॒स ए॑नं॒ परु॑ष्परुरावि॒वेशा॒ यो अ॑स्य । यो अ॑भ्र॒जा वा॑त॒जा यश्च॒ शुष्मो॒ वन॒स्पती॑न्त्सचतां॒ पर्व॑तांश्च

Loose him from headache; yea, and from cough—him whom the rending limb-pain hath entered and possessed. What is cloud-begotten, what is wind-begotten, and what fierce surge of malady—let the Forest-Lords (the plants) attend, and the Mountains also.

Mantra 4

शं मे॒ पर॑स्मै॒ गात्रा॑य॒ शम॒स्त्वव॑राय मे । शं मे॑ च॒तुर्भ्यो॒ अङ्गे॑भ्यः॒ शम॑स्तु त॒न्वे॒३मम॑

Weal be to me for the upper limb; weal be for me for the lower. Weal be to me for the four members; weal be to this my body.