Atharva Veda · 385 of 724

HYMN LXXVII

An incantation against an enemy 1. Ye Maruts, full of fiery heat, accept this offering brought for    you   To help us, ye who slay the foe. 2. Maruts, the man who filled with rage against us beyond our    thoughts would harm us, O ye Vasus,   May he be tangled in the toils of Mischief: smite ye him down    with your most flaming weapon. 3. Each year come, friends to man, the tuneful Maruts, dwelling in    spacious mansions, trooped together.   Exhilarating, gladdening full of fiery heat, may they deliver us    from binding bonds of sin.