Atharva Veda · 372 of 724
HYMN LXIV
A charm to avert an evil omen 1. From all that woe and trouble may the Waters save and rescue me, Whate’er the Raven, black of hue, flying out hither ward, hath dropped. 2. May Agni Gārhapatya save and set me free from all this guilt. Which the black Raven with thy mouth, O Nirriti, hath wiped away.