In the vast expanse of existence, the cloud is spoken of as the marrow, the essence from which life springs forth, and drink is its culmination, the fulfillment of its journey. Within this cosmic order, Agni, the sacred fire, is seated at the heart, while the Ashvins, divine twins of healing and dawn, have arisen in their glory. Indra, the mighty king of gods, stands firmly in the east, Dakshina, the spirit of offering, is established in the south, and Yama, the lord of death, is present. In the west, Pratyanga takes his place, Dhata stands in the north, and Savita, the sun deity, radiates his presence. Amidst this assembly, Soma the king, the divine nectar, has attained the grasses, bringing vitality and joy to all. Mitra, the god of friendship and harmony, observes all, turning toward delight. The Vaishvadevas, the collective divinities, are yoked and harnessed, while Prajapati, the lord of creation, is released, encompassing all. This, indeed, is the universal form—the form of all beings, the form of the cow, the symbol of nourishment and abundance. All-formed, of every conceivable shape, the cattle approach and stand by him who understands this truth. Whoever knows thus is surrounded by the bounty and presence of all forms. In the realm of healing, a prayer is raised: may head-ache, head-disease, ear-pain, and bloodiness—every affliction of the head—be driven out. From the ears, from their openings, let the splitting pain depart; every disease of the head is expelled. For whatever reason wasting departs from the ear or mouth, let all such maladies be removed. That which causes excessive discharge or blindness, every disease of the head, is driven out. Pain in the limbs, fever, all-encompassing aches, splitting torment—every disease of your head is cast out. That which terrifies and shakes a person, ague of every kind, is banished. That which creeps along the thighs and enters the groin, the wasting of the inner parts, is expelled. Whether arising from desire or lack thereof, from the heart, all weakness of heart and limbs is driven out. Jaundice, from limbs, waters, or within the belly, is removed; the wasting within oneself is driven out. Let weakness and disease become urine, let them flow away, for the poison of all wastings is declared gone. Let cough and belly pain flow out through the outer opening; their poison is removed. From belly, spleen, navel, and above the heart, the poison of all wastings is declared removed. Those that injure the suture, attack the crown of the head—let them flow out harmlessly, disease-free, through the outer opening. Those that afflict the heart, extend themselves, or cause coughs—let them depart harmlessly. Those that pierce the sides or back, those that attack transversely or pierce the suture in the flanks—let them flow out, disease-free. Those that creep in the rectum and disturb the intestines—let them leave without harm. May the mortars that grind and break apart, free from disease, drive out illness from its hiding place. Diseases that afflict the limbs and cause distress, O Ropaṇā, let their poison be removed. Ulcers, abscesses, wind-caused disorders, and hair diseases—let their poison be removed. From feet, knees, hips, and all joints, from burning pains, may head disease and limb pain be destroyed. Together with the bones of the head and disturbances of the heart, as the rising sun dispels darkness with its rays, so may disease and pain be dispelled. In another vision, there is the grey one, the left one—the sacrificer. His middle brother is the eater, and the third brother is ghee-backed. Here, the lord of the clan is seen with seven sons. Seven harness the chariot with one wheel; one horse, named seven, draws it. The wheel has three hubs, unaging and unbroken, upon which all worlds are established. Upon this chariot, seven stand; it has seven wheels, and seven horses draw it. Seven sisters join together, and the seven names of cows are placed there. Who saw the first being born, the boneless one who bears bones? Where is the soul, the maker of the earth? Who approached to ask, knowing this mystery? Let him speak who knows the place where the left one is set. The cows draw milk from its head; wearing a covering, they reach water by their steps. With the mind, a question is asked about the places set for the gods. On the calf, on the spotted one, the sages stretched seven threads and wove them. Not knowing, the wise are questioned, even those learned. He who upheld six regions in the form of the unborn—what indeed is the one? The mother shared nectar with the father; at first, she approached with her mind. Fierce, filled with the essence of the embryo, those who bow went to the speech. The mother, yoked, stood on the right; the embryo was within the wombs. The calf measured, saw the cows, and the universal form was revealed in three unions. Thus, the cosmic order and the mysteries of healing, creation, and unity unfold, woven together in reverent contemplation and wonder.