Book 7: Hymn 115: A charm against Misfortune

1Hence. Evil Fortune! fly away, vanish from this place and from that. We fix thee with an iron hook unto the man who hateth us. 2Granting us riches, Savitar! golden-banded, send thou away from us to other regions That Fortune who, flying, abominable, hath, as a creeper climbs• a tree, assailed me. 3One and a hundred Fortunes all together are at his birth born with a mortal's body. Of these we send away the most unlucky: keep lucky ones for us, O Jātavedas. 4I have disparted these and those like cows who stray on common land. Here let auspicious Fortunes stay: hence have I banished evil ones.