Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Gods! whatsoe'er the Dove came hither seeking, sent to us as
the envoy of Destruction,
For that let us sing hymns and make atonement, Well be it with
our quadrupeds and bipeds!
2Auspicious be the Dove that hath been sent us, a harmless bird,
O Gods, that seeks our dwelling!
May Agni, Sage, be pleased with our oblation, and may the
missile borne on wings avoid us.
3Let not the arrow that hath wings distract us. Beside the fire-
place, on the hearth it settles.
May it bring welfare to our men and cattle: here let the Dove,
ye Gods, forbear to harm us.