Atharva Veda · 42 of 724

HYMN VII

A counter-charm against imprecation and malignity 1. Hated by sinners, sprung from Gods, this Plant that turns the    curse away   Hath washed from me all curses, as water makes clean from    spot and stain. 2. All curses of a rival, each curse of a female relative, Curse    uttered by an augry priest, all these we tread beneath our feet. 3. Spread on the surface of the earth, downward from heaven thy    root depends:   With this that hath a thousand joints keep thou us safe on every    side. 4. Guard on all sides this woman, guard my children, us, and all    our wealth!   Let not malignity o’ercome, nor adversaries conquer us. 5. Upon the curser fall his curse! Dwell we with him whose heart    is true!   We split the cruel villain’s ribs whose evil eye bewitches us.