Atharva Veda · 81 of 724

HYMN XIV

A benediction on a cattle pen 1. A Pen wherein to dwell at ease, abundance and prosperity,   Whate’er is called the birth of day, all this do we bestow on    you. 2. May Aryaman pour gifts on you, and Pūshan, land Brihaspati,   And Indra, winner of the prize. Make ye my riches grow with me. 3. Moving together, free from fear, with plenteous droppings in    this pen,   Bearing sweet milk-like Soma-juice, come hither free from all    disease. 4. Come hither, to this place, O Cows: here thrive as though ye    were manured.   Even here increase and multiply; let us be friendly, you and me. 5. Auspicious be this stall to you. Prosper like cultivated rice.   Even here increase and multiply. Myself do we bestow on you. 6. Follow me, Cows, as master of the cattle. Here may this Cow-    pen make you grow and prosper,   Still while we live may we approach you living, ever increasing    with the growth of riches.