Atharva Veda · 423 of 724

HYMN CXV

A charm against Misfortune 1. Hence. Evil Fortune! fly away, vanish from this place and from    that.   We fix thee with an iron hook unto the man who hateth us. 2. Granting us riches, Savitar! golden-banded, send thou away    from us to other regions   That Fortune who, flying, abominable, hath, as a creeper climbs•    a tree, assailed me. 3. One and a hundred Fortunes all together are at his birth born    with a mortal's body.   Of these we send away the most unlucky: keep lucky ones for    us, O Jātavedas. 4. I have disparted these and those like cows who stray on common    land.   Here let auspicious Fortunes stay: hence have I banished evil    ones.