Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1I loose the anger from thy heart as 'twere the bowstring from a
bow,
That we, one-minded now, may walk together as familiar
friends.
2Together let us walk as friends: thy wrathful feeling I remove.
Beneath a heavy stone we cast thy wrath away and bury it.
3I trample on thine anger thus, I tread it down with heel and toe:
So dost thou yield thee to my will, to speak no more rebelliously.