Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Listen to this, ye men, a laud of glorious bounty shall be sung.
Thousands sixty, and ninety we, O Kaurama, among the
Rusamas have received.
2Camels twice-ten that draw the car, with females by their side,
Fain would the chariot's top bow down escaping from the stroke
3A hundred chains of gold, ten wreaths, upon thee Rishi he
And thrice-a-hundred mettled steeds, ten-times-a-thousand cows
4Glut thee, O Singer, glut thee like a bird on a ripe-fruited tree.
Thy lips and tongue move swiftly like the sharp blades of a pair
5Quickly and willingly like kine forth come the singers and their
Their little maidens are at home, at home they wait upon the
6O Singer, bring thou forth the hymn that findeth cattle, findeth:
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Even as an archer aims his shaft address this prayer unto the
7List to Parikshit's eulogy, the sovran whom all people love,
The King who ruleth over all, excelling mortals as a God.
8'Mounting his throne, Parikshit, best of all, hath given us peace
Saith a Kauravya to his wife as he is ordering his house.
9'Which shall I set before thee, curds, gruel of milk, or barley-
Thus the wife asks her husband in the realm which King
10Up as it were to heavenly light springs the ripe corn above the
Happily thrive the people in the land where King Parikshit
11Indra hath waked the bard and said, Rise, wander singing here
Praise me, the strong: each pious man will give thee riches in
12Here, cows! increase and multiply, here ye, O horses, here, O
Here, with a thousand rich rewards, doth Pūshan also seat him-
13O Indra, let these cows be safe, their master free from injury.
Let not the hostile-hearted or the robber have control of them.
14Oft and again we glorify the hero with our hymn of praise, with
prayer, with our auspicious prayer.
Take pleasure in the songs we sing: let evil never fall on us.