Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1I, As the Sun goes round the heaven, have travelled round the
Serpents' race.
I ward thy poison off, as Night parts all else living from the
Sun.
2With this, discovered in the days of old by Brāhmans, Rishis,
Gods,
With this I ward thy poison off, thou Biter! formed and form-
ing now.
3With mead I mingle flowing streams: the hills and mountains
shall be mead.
Parushni and Sipālā mead. May it be well with mouth and
heart.