Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Let the Impeller goad thee on. Rest not in peace upon thy bed.
Terrible is the shaft of Love: therewith I pierce thee to the
2That arrow winged with longing thought, its stem Desire, its
Let Kāma, having truly aimed, shoot forth and pierce thee in
3The shaft of Kāma, pointed well, that withers and consumes the
With hasty feathers, all aglow, therewith I pierce thee to the
4Pierced through with fiercely-burning heat, steal to me with thy
Gentle and humble, all mine own, devoted, with sweet words of
5Away Lfrom mother and from sire I drive thee hither with a
That thou mayst be at my command and yield to every wish of
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6Mitra and Varuna, expel all thought and purpose from her
Deprive her of her own free will and make her subject unto me.