Book 7: Hymn 38: A maiden's love-charm

1I dig this Healing Herb that makes my lover look on me and weep; That bids the parting friend return and kindly greets him as he comes. 2This Herb wherewith the Asuri drew Indra downward from the Gods, With this same Herb I draw thee close that I may be most dear to thee. 3Thou art the peer of Soma, yea, thou art the equal of the Sun, p. a285 The peer of all the Gods art thou: therefore we call thee hither— ward. 4I am the speaker here, not thou: speak thou where the assembly meets. Thou shalt be mine and only mine, and never mention other dames. 5If thou art far away beyond the rivers, far away from men, This Herb shall seem to bind thee fast and bring thee back my prisoner.