Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Darbha, with that good shield of thine, of hundred guards tilt
death in eld,
Arm thou this man, and with thy might strike thou his adver-
2Darbha, thou hast a hundred shields, thou hast a thousand.
All Gods have given thee to him to bear thee till extreme old
3They call thee, ‘Darbha, shield of Gods, they call the Brāhmanas-
They call thee shield of Indra: thou protectest kingdoms from
4Darbha, destroyer of the foe, vexing the hearts of enemies,
An Amulet that strengthens rule I make thee, and the body's.
5What time Parjanya roared to it with lightning flashes in the sea,
Thence came the drop, the golden drop, thence Darbha into