Atharva Veda

The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

Translation by Ralph T.H. Griffith

BOOK I

HYMN XIV

A woman's incantation against a rival

1          As from the tree a wreath, have I assumed her fortune and her fame:
            Among her kinsfolk long may she dwell, like a mountain broadly-based.

2          King Yama, let this maiden be surrendered as a wife to thee:
            Bound let her be meanwhile within, her mother's, brother's, father's house.

3          Queen of thy race is she, O King: to thee do we deliver her.
            Long with her kinsfolk may she sit, until her hair be white with age.

4          With Asita's and Kasyapa's and Gaya's incantation, thus
            As sisters pack within a chest, I bind and tie thy fortune up.

 

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