Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1With Indra's mighty millstone, that which crushes worms of
I bray and bruise the worms to bits like vetches on the grinding
2The Seen and the Invisible, and the Kurūru have I crushed:
Alāndus, and all Chhalunas, we bruise to pieces with our spell.
3I kill Alāndus with a mighty weapon: burnt or not burnt they
now have lost their vigour .
Left or not left, I with the spell subdue them: let not a single
worm remain uninjured.
4The worm that lives within the ribs, within the bowels, in the
Avaskava and Borer, these we bruise to pieces with the spell.
5Worms that are found on mountains, in the forests, that live in
plants, in cattle, in the waters,
Those that have made their way within our bodies,—these I
destroy, the worms' whole generation.