Atharva Veda · 403 of 724

HYMN XCV

An incantation against an undetected thief 1. To heaven, as 'twere, have soared this man's two vultures,    staggering, dusky hued.   The Parcher and the Drier-up, the pair who parch and dry his    heart. 2. I verily have stirred them up like oxen resting after toil.   Like two loud-snarling curs, or like two wolves who watch to    make their spring: 3. Like two that thrust, like two that pierce, like two that strike    with mutual blows.   I bind the conduit of the man or dame who hence hath taken    aught.