Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1As the Sun, rising, taketh to himself the brightness of the stars,.
So I assume the glory of women and men mine enemies.
All ye amang my rivals who behold me as I come to you,
I seize the glory of my foes as the Sun, rising, theirs who sleep.