Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Of abscess, of decline, of inflammation of the eyes. O Plant,
Of penetrating pain, thou Herb, let not a particle remain.
2Those nerves of thine, Consumption! which stand closely hidden
in thy groin
I know the balm for that disease: the magic cure is Sipudru.
3We draw from thee piercing pain that penetrates and racks thy
That pierces ears, that pierces eyes, the abscess, and the heart's
Downward and far away from thee we banish that unknown.