Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Even as this ox, O Asvins, steps and turns together with his
So let thy fancy turn itself, come nearer, and unite with me.
2I, as the shaft-horse draws the mare beside him, draw thee to
Like grass that storm and wind have rent, so be thy mind at-
tached to me!
3Swiftly from Bhaga's hands I bear away a love-compelling charm
Of ointment and of sugar-cane, of Spikenard and the Kushtha