Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1He minishes, he splits in twain: crush it and let it be
destroyed. p. 369
3, 4Varuna with the Vasus goes: the Wind-God hath a hundred
reins.
5, 6A hundred golden steeds hath he, a hundred chariots
wrought of gold.
7, 8A hundred bits of golden bronze, a hundred golden
necklaces.
9, 10Lover of Kusa grass, Unploughed! Fat is not reckoned in
the hoof.
11, 12The ladle doth not hold apart the entrails and the clotted
blood.
13, 14This O Mandūrikā, is mine. Thy trees are standing in a
clump.
15, 16The plain domestic sacrifice, the sacrifice with burning
dung.
17, 18Asvattha, Dhava, Khadira, leaf taken from the Aratu.
19, 20The man pervaded thoroughly lies on the ground as he were
slain.
21, 22The biestings only have they milked: one-and-a half of the
wild ass,
23And two hides of an elephant.