Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1Brought hitherward from Sindhu, from a folk of every mingled
race,
Fetched from afar, thou art I deem, a balm that cureth.
jealousy.
2As one with water quencheth fire, so calm this lover's
jealousy,
Like heat of fire that burneth here, or flame that rageth through
the wood.