Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Handless be every foeman who assaileth, they who with missiles
come to fight against us!
Dash them together with great slaughter, Indra! and let their
robber chief run pierced with arrows.
2Ye who run hither bending bows, brandishing swords and cast-
Handless be ye, O enemies! Let Indra mangle you to-day.
3Handless be these our enemies! We enervate their languid
So let us part among ourselves, in hundreds, Indra! all their