Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1May it glide harmless by in this our sacrifice, O Soma, God!
Maruts, be gracious unto us.
Let not disaster, let not malison find us out; let not abominable
guiles discover us.
2Mitra and Varuna, ye twain, turn carefully away from us
The deadly dart that flies to-day, the missile of the wicked
3Ward off from this side and from that, O Varuna, the deadly
Give us thy great protection, turn the lethal weapon far away.
4A mighty Ruler thus art thou, unconquered, vanquisher of
Even thou whose friend is never slain, whose friend is never over-