Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Cleansed by the filter of the Wind comes Soma past all our
enemies, meet friend of Indra.
2May the maternal Waters make us ready: cleanse us with fat-
ness they who cleanse with fatness!
The Goddesses bear off each blot and tarnish: I come forth
from the waters cleansed and stainless.
3O Varuna, whatever the offence may be, the sin which men
commit against the heavenly folk— p. a224
When, through our want of thought we violate thy laws, punish
us not, O God, for that iniquity.