Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1We seize and hold thee, Conquering One! the queen of medi-
cines that heal.
O Plant, I have endowed thee with a hundred powers for every
2Still conquering, banishing the curse, mighty, with thy reverted.
Thee and all Plants have I invoked: Hence let it save us! was
3She who hath cursed us with a curse, or hath conceived a
Or seized our son to take his blood, may she devour the child
4What magic they have wrought for thee in dish unbaked or
What they have wrought in flesh undressed,—conquer the
5Ill dream and wretchedness of life, Rākshasa, monster, stingy
All the she-fiends of evil name and voice, we drive away from
6Death caused by famine, caused by thirst, failure of children,.
loss of kine,
With thee, O Apāmārga, all this ill we cleanse and wipe away.
7Death caused by thirst, death caused by stress of hunger, loss at
play with dice,
All this, O Apāmārga with thine aid we cleanse and wipe away.
8The Apāmārga is alone the sovran of all Plants that grow.
With this we wipe away whate'er hath fallen on thee: go in