Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Gods, raise again the man whom ye, O Gods, have humbled
and brought low.
Ye Gods, restore to life again, him, Gods! who hath committed
2Here these two winds are blowing far as Sindhu from a distant
May one breathe energy to thee, the other blow thy fault away.
3Hither, O Wind, blow healing balm, blow every fault away, thou
For thou who hast all medicine comest as envoy of the Gods.
4May the Gods keep and save this man, the Maruts' host deliver
All things that be deliver him that he be freed from his offence.
5I am come nigh to thee with balms to give thee rest and keep
I bring thee mighty strength, I drive thy wasting malady away.
6Felicitous is this my hand, yet more felicitous is this.
This hand contains all healing balms, and this makes whole with
7The tongue that leads the voice precedes. Then with our tenfold-
With these two healers of disease, we stroke thee with a soft