Atharva Veda · 384 of 724

HYMN LXXVI

A charm to cure scrofulous pustules and scrofula 1. Rapidly dropping, quick to drop, more evil than the evil ones,   More sapless than a dried-up bone, swifter than salt to melt    away. 2. Pustules that rise upon the neck, Pustules upon the shoulder-    joints,   Pustules that, falling of themselves, spring up on every twofold    limb: 3. I have expelled and banished all Scrofula harboured in the head,   And that which bores the breast-bone through, and that which    settles in the sole. 4. Scrofula flies borne on by wings: it penerates and holds the    man.   Here is the cure of either kind, the chronic and the transient. 5. We know thine origin, Scrofula! know whence thou, Scrofula,    art born.   How hast thou then struck this man here, him in whose house    we sacrifice? 6. Boldly drink Soma from the beaker, Indra! hero in war for    treasure! Vritra-slayer.   Fill thyself full at the mid-day libation: thyself possessing riches    grant us riches.