Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1May Agni, he who knows, our envoy, meet them, burning
against ill-will and imprecation.
May he bewilder our opponent's senses. May Jātavedas smite and
make them handless.
2This Agni hath bewildered all the senses that were in your
Now let him blast you from your home, blast you away from
3Dazing their senses, Indra, come hitherward with the wish and
With Agni's, Vāta's furious rush drive them to every side away.
4Vanish, ye hopes and plans of theirs, be ye confounded, all their
Whatever wish is in their heart, do thou expel it utterly.
5Bewildering the senses of our foemen, seize on their bodies and
depart, O Apvā!
Go meet them, flame within their hearts and burn them. Smite
thou the foes with darkness and amazement.
6That army of our enemies, O Maruts, that comes against us with'
its might, contending—
Meet ye and strike it with unwelcome darkness so that not one.
of them may know another.