Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Here, even here I fix my firm-set dwelling; flowing with fatness
may it stand in safety.
May we approach thee, House! with all our people, uncharmed
and goodly men, and dwell within thee,
2Even here, O House, stand thou on firm foundation, wealthy in
horses, rich in kine and gladness.
Wealthy in nourishment. in milk and fatness, rise up for great
felicity and fortune.
3A spacious store, O House, art thou, full of clean corn and
Let the young calf and little boy approach thee, and milch-kine
streaming homeward in the evening.
4This House may Savitar and Vāyu stablish, Brihaspati who
knows the way, and Indra.
May the moist Maruts sprinkle it with fatness, and may King
Bhaga make our corn-land fruitful.
5Queen of the home! thou, sheltering, kindly Goddess, wast sta-
blished by the Gods in the beginning.
Clad in thy robe of grass be friendly-minded, and give us wealth
with goodly men about us.
6Thou Pole, in ordered fashion mount the pillar. Strong, shining
forth afar, keep off our foemen.
House! let not those who dwell within thee suffer. Live we with
all our men, a hundred autumns.
7To this the tender boy hath come, to this the calf with all the
To this crock of foaming drink, hither with jars of curdled
8Bring hitherward, O dame, the well-filled pitcher, the stream
of molten butter blent with nectar.
Bedew these drinkers with a draught of Amrit.
May all our hopes' fulfilment guard this dwelling.
9Water that kills Consumption, free from all Consumption, here
With Agni, the immortal one, I enter and possess the house.