Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Slaying the Rākshasas, the Sun mounts upward in the front of
Āditya, from the mountains, seen of all, destroying things
2The kine had settled in their pen, wild animals sought their lairs
The wavelets of the brooks had passed away, and were beheld
3I have brought Kanva's famous Plant, life-giving, and itself
The medicine that healeth all: may it suppress my hidden foes.