1 The fleet-foot Roebuck wears upon his head a healing remedy. By God's leave innate disease he drives away to all directions with his horn.

2 With his four feet the vigorous Buck hath bounded in pursuit of thee. Unbind the chronic sickness, Horn! deeply inwoven in the heart.

3 That which shines yonder, like a roof resting on four walls, down on us,--therewith from out thy body we drive all the chronic malady.

4 May those twin stars, auspicious, named Releasers, up in yonder sky, loose of the chronic malady the uppermost and lowest bond.

5 Water, indeed, hath power to heal, water drives malady away. May water--for it healeth all--free thee from permanent disease.

6 Hath some prepared decoction brought inveterate disease on thee, I know the balm that healeth it: we drive the malady away.

7 What time the starlight disappears, what time the gleams of Dawn depart, may evil fortune pass from us, the chronic sickness disappear.