Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1I dig this Healing Herb that makes my lover look on me and
weep;
That bids the parting friend return and kindly greets him as he
comes.
2This Herb wherewith the Asuri drew Indra downward from the
Gods,
With this same Herb I draw thee close that I may be most dear
to thee.
3Thou art the peer of Soma, yea, thou art the equal of the Sun, p. a285
The peer of all the Gods art thou: therefore we call thee hither—
ward.
4I am the speaker here, not thou: speak thou where the assembly
meets.
Thou shalt be mine and only mine, and never mention other
dames.
5If thou art far away beyond the rivers, far away from men,
This Herb shall seem to bind thee fast and bring thee back my
prisoner.