Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1They made this barley ready with a team of eight, a team of six.
With this I drive to westward, far away, thy bodily disease.
2Vita breathes downward from above, and downward Sūrya sends
Downward is drawn the milch-cow's milk: so downward go thy
3The Waters verily bring health, the Waters drive disease away.
The Waters cure all malady: may they bring medicine for thee.