Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Masculine springs from masculine, Asvattha grows from Kha-
May it destroy mine enemies, who hate me and whom I detest.
2Crush down my foes, Asvattha! Rend, O Burster, those who
storm and rage,
With Indra, slayer of the fiends, with Mitra and with Varuna.
3As thou hast rent and torn apart, Asvattha! in the mighty sea,
So rend asundar all those men who hate me and whom I detest.
4Thou who like some victorious bull displayest thy surpassing
With thee, with thee, Asvattha! we would overcome our
5Nirriti bind them with the bonds of Death which never may be
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Mine enemies, Asvattha! those who hate me and whom I
6As thou, Asvastha!, mountest on the trees and overthrowest
So do thou break my foeman's head asunder and o'erpower
7Let them drift downward like a boat torn from the rope that
There is no turning back for those whom He who Cleaves hath
8With mental power I drive them forth, drive them with intellect
We banish and expel them with the branch of an Asvattha tree.