Atharva Veda · 373 of 724

HYMN LXV

A charm against imprecation and threatened evils 1. With retroverted fruit hast thou, O Apāmārga, sprung and    grown.   Hence into distance most remote drive every curse away from,    me. 2. Whatever evil we have done, whatever vile or sinful act,   With thee, O Apāmārga, who lookest all ways, we wipe it off. 3. If 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.