Oh gods, lift up once more the person you've made weak and fallen.
Oh gods, bring back to life the one who has committed a sin.
Hither, O Wind, bring healing balm, blow away all disease, you Wind; For you, who carry all medicine, come as the gods' envoy.
I am near to you with balms to soothe you and keep you safe. I bring you strength, I drive away your weakening ailment.
Let the gods deliver him, let the Maruts' band deliver him: All things that exist deliver him so he's free from his disease.
The waters have their healing power; the waters drive disease away. The waters have a balm for everything; let them make medicine for you.
The tongue that guides the voice leads first. Then with our ten-fingered hands, With these two disease-chasers we gently touch you.