They made this barley ready with a team of eight, a team of six. With this I drive to westward, far away, thy bodily disease.
Vita breathes downward from above, and downward Sūrya sends his heat: Downward is drawn the milch-cow's milk: so downward go thy malady!
The Waters verily bring health, the Waters drive disease away. The Waters cure all malady: may they bring medicine for thee.
