Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1Let the Impeller goad thee on. Rest not in peace upon thy bed.
Terrible is the shaft of Love: therewith I pierce thee to the
heart.
2That arrow winged with longing thought, its stem Desire, its
neck, Resolve,
Let Kāma, having truly aimed, shoot forth and pierce thee in
the heart.
3The shaft of Kāma, pointed well, that withers and consumes the
spleen.
With hasty feathers, all aglow, therewith I pierce thee to the
heart.
4Pierced through with fiercely-burning heat, steal to me with thy
parching lips,
Gentle and humble, all mine own, devoted, with sweet words of
love.
5Away Lfrom mother and from sire I drive thee hither with a
whip,
That thou mayst be at my command and yield to every wish of
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6Mitra and Varuna, expel all thought and purpose from her
heart.
Deprive her of her own free will and make her subject unto me.