Atharva Veda · 321 of 724

HYMN XIII

A charm to win superiority over foes and rivals 1. As the Sun, rising, taketh to himself the brightness of the stars,.   So I assume the glory of women and men mine enemies.   All ye amang my rivals who behold me as I come to you,   I seize the glory of my foes as the Sun, rising, theirs who sleep.