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Hymns of the Atharva Veda (Griffith) · 1 passage
1Hence, Sores and Pustules, fly away even as the eagle from his home. Let Sūrya bring a remedy, the Moon shine forth and banish you. 2One bright with variegated tints, one white, one black, a couple red:— The'names of all have I declared. Begone, and injure not our men. 3Hence, childless, shall the Pustule flee, grand-daughter of the dusky one. The Boil shall fly away from us, the morbid growth shall vanish hence. Taste, happy in thy mind, thine own oblation, as I with Svāhā with my heart present it. Next: Hymn 84: A charm to accompany the symbolical loosing of sacrificial victims
Source: Internet Sacred Text Archive, file hin/av/av06083.htm.
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