1 O God, raise again the man whom Thou hast humbled and brought low.

O God, restore to life again him who hath committed sin.

2 Here these two winds are blowing far as Sindhu from a distant land.

May one breathe energy to thee, the other blow thy fault away.

3 Hither, O Wind, blow healing balm, blow every fault away, thou Wind!

For thou who hast all medicine comest as messenger of God.

4 May God keep and save this man, may His angels deliver him.

All things that be deliver him that he be freed from his offence.

5 I am come nigh to thee with balms to give thee rest and keep thee safe.

I bring thee mighty strength, I drive thy wasting malady away.

6 Felicitous is this my hand, yet more felicitous is this.

This hand contains all healing balms, and this makes whole with gentle touch.

7 The tongue that leads the voice precedes. Then with our tenfold-branching hands,

With these two healers of disease, we stroke thee with a soft caress.