Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1As the wind shake this Tuft of Grass hither and thither on the
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So do I stir and shake thy mind, that thou mayst be in love
with me, my darling, never to depart.
2Ye, Asvins, lead together, ye unite and bring the loving pair.
Now have the fortunes of you twain, now have your vows and
spirits met.
3When eagles, calling out aloud, are screaming in the joy of
health,
Then to my calling let her come, as to the arrow's neck the
shaft.
4Let what is inward turn outside, let what is outward be within:
Seize and possess, O Plant, the mind of maidens rich in every
charm.
5Seeking a husband she hath come! and I came longing for a
wife:
Even as a loudly-neighing steed may fate and fortune have I
met.