Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1We bind our foemen with a bond that binds them close and
holds them fast.
Their breath and respiration I dissever, and their lives from
life.
2This bond, made keen by Indra, I have formed with heat of holy
zeal.
Securely bind our enemies, O Agni, who are standing here.
3Indra and Agni bind them fast, Soma the King, and both the
Friends!
May Indra, girt by Maruts, make a bond to bind our enemies.