Book 7: Hymn 65: A charm against imprecation and threatened evils

1With retroverted fruit hast thou, O Apāmārga, sprung and grown. Hence into distance most remote drive every curse away from, me. 2Whatever evil we have done, whatever vile or sinful act, With thee, O Apāmārga, who lookest all ways, we wipe it off. 3If with the cripple we have lived, whose teeth are black and nails deformed, With thee, O Apāmārga, we wipe all that ill away from us.