Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Hence. Evil Fortune! fly away, vanish from this place and from
We fix thee with an iron hook unto the man who hateth us.
2Granting us riches, Savitar! golden-banded, send thou away
from us to other regions
That Fortune who, flying, abominable, hath, as a creeper climbs•
a tree, assailed me.
3One and a hundred Fortunes all together are at his birth born
with a mortal's body.
Of these we send away the most unlucky: keep lucky ones for
us, O Jātavedas.
4I have disparted these and those like cows who stray on common
Here let auspicious Fortunes stay: hence have I banished evil