Atharva Veda · 106 of 724

HYMN IX

A charm addressed to a precious ointment for safety and wealth 1. Approach! thou art the mountain's eye, the living thing that    saveth us;   A gift bestowed by all the Gods, yea, the defence that guardeth    life. 2. Thou art the safeguard of the men, thou art the safeguard of    the kine,   Thou standest ready to protect the horses that are fleet of foot. 3. Thou, also, Salve! art a defence that rends and crushes    sorcerers.   Thou knowest, too, of Amrit, thou art the delight of all who    live, a jaundice-curing balm art thou. 4. Whomso thou creepest over, Salve! member by member, joint    by joint,   From him, like some strong arbiter of strife, thou banishest    decline. 5. No imprecation reaches him, no magic, no tormenting fiend,   O Salve, Vishkandha seizes not the man who carries thee about. 6. From lying speech, from evil dream, from wicked act and    sinfulness,   From hostile and malignant eye,—from these, O Salve, protect    us well. 7. I, knowing this, O Salve, will speak the very truth and not a    lie:   May I obtain both horse and ox, may I obtain thy life, O man. 8. Three are the slaves that serve the Salve, Fever, Consumption,    and the Snake.   Thy father is the loftiest of mountains, named the Triple-    peaked. 9. Sprung from the Snowy Mountain's side, this Ointment of the   Three-peaked hill.   Crushes and rends all sorcerers and every witch and sorceress. 10. If thou art from the Three-peaked hill or hast thy name from   Yamunā,   These names are both auspicious: by these two protect thou us,   O Salve!