Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1The Bull who hath a thousand horns, who rises up from out the
By him the strong and mighty one we lull the folk to rest and.
2Over the surface of the earth there breathes no wind, there looks.
Lull all the women, lull the dogs to sleep, with Indra as thy
3The woman sleeping in the court, lying without, or stretched on
The matrons with their odorous sweets—these, one and all, we
lull to sleep.
4Each moving thing have I secured, have held and held the eye
Each limb and member have I seized in the deep darkness of
5The man who sits, the man who walks, whoever stands and clearly
Of these we closely shut the eyes, even as we closely shut this
6Sleep mother, let the father sleep, sleep dog, and master of the
Let all her kinsmen sleep, sleep all the people who are round
7With soporific charm, O Sleep, lull thou to slumber all the folk.
Let the rest sleep till break of day, I will remain awake till
dawn, like Indra free from scath and harm.