Atharva Veda: Book 7: Hymn 65: A charm against imprecation and threatened evils
Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1With retroverted fruit hast thou, O Apāmārga, sprung and
grown.
Hence into distance most remote drive every curse away from,
me.
2Whatever evil we have done, whatever vile or sinful act,
With thee, O Apāmārga, who lookest all ways, we wipe it off.
3If with the cripple we have lived, whose teeth are black and
nails deformed,
With thee, O Apāmārga, we wipe all that ill away from us.