Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Let the wise Agni go against our foemen, burning against ill-will
Let him bewilder our opponents' army, Let Jātavedas smite and
make them handless.
2Mighty are ye for such a deed, O Maruts. Go forward, overcome
them and destroy them.
The Vasus slew, and these were left imploring. Wise Agni as our
messenger assail them!
3O Maghavan, O Indra, thou who slayest fiends, and, Agni, thou,
Burn, both of you, against these men, the foeman's host that
4Shot down the slope, with thy two tawny coursers, forth go thy
bolt, destroying foes, O Indra!
Slay those who fly, slay those who stand and follow.
On every side fulfil these men's intention.
5Indra, bewilder thou the foemen's army.
With Agni's, Vāta's furious rush drive them away to every side.
6Let Indra daze their army. Let the Maruts slay it with their
Let Agni take their eyes away, and let the conquered host