Atharva Veda

The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

Translation by Ralph T.H. Griffith



A young man's love-charm

1          From honey sprang this Plant to life; with honey now we dig thee up.
            Make us as sweet as honey, for from honey hast thou been produced.

2          My tongue hath honey at the tip, and sweetest honey at the root
            Thou yieldest to my wish and will, and shalt be mine and only mine.

3          My coming in is honey-sweet and honey-sweet, my going forth:
            My voice and words are sweet: I fain would be like honey in my look.

4          Sweeter am I than honey, yet more full of sweets than licorice:
            So mayst thou love me as a branch full of all sweets, and only me.

5          Around thee have I girt a zone of sugar-cane to banish hate.
            That thou mayst be in love with me, my darling never to depart.


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