Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1As from the tree a wreath, have I assumed her fortune and her
Among her kinsfolk long may she dwell, like a mountain broadly-
2King Yama, let this maiden be surrendered as a wife to thee:
Bound let her be meanwhile within, her mother's, brother's,
3Queen 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
4With Asita's and Kasyapa's and Gaya's incantation, thus
As sisters pack within a chest, I bind and tie thy fortune up.