Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Yea, ancient, meet for praise at sacrifices, ever and now thou
sittest down as Hotar.
And now, O Agni, make thy person friendly, and win felicity
for us by worship.
2Neath Jyaishthaghni and Yama's Two Releasers this child was
born: preserve him from uprooting.
He shall conduct him safe past all misfortunes to lengthened
life that lasts a hundred autumns.
3Born on the Tiger's day was he, a hero, the Constellations'
child, born brave and manly.
Let him not wound, when grown in strength, his father, nor
disregard his mother, her who bare him.