Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Thou who wast born on mountains, thou most mighty of all
plants that grow.
Thou Banisher of Fever, come, Kushtha! make Fever pass
2Brought from the Snowy Mountain, born on the high hill where
Men seek to buy thee when they hear: for Fever's Banisher
3In the third heaven above us stands the Asvattha tree, the seat
There the Gods sought the Kushtha Plant, embodiment of end-
4There moved through heaven a golden ship, a ship with cordage
wrought of Gold.
There the Gods won the Kushtha Plant, the blossom of eternal
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5They sailed on pathways paved with gold, the oars they piled
were wrought of gold:
All golden were the ships wherein they carried Kushtha down
6O Kushtha, bring thou hitherward this man of mine, restore his
Yes, free him from disease for me.
7Thou art descended from thee Gods, Soma's benignant friend
Befriend my breath and vital air be gracious unto this mine eye.
8Sprung, northward, from the Snowy Hill thou art conveyed to
There they deal out among themselves Kushtha's most noble
9Most excellent, indeed, art thou, Kushtha! most noble is thy
Make all Consumption pass away and render Fever powerless.
10Malady that affects the head, eye-weakness, bodily defect—
All this let Kushtha heal and cure: aye, godlike is the vigorous