Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1The Plant which Jamadagni dug to make his daughter's locks.
grow long,
This same hath Vitahavya brought to us from Asita's abode.
2They might be measured with a rein, meted with both extended
arms.
Let the black locks spring thick and strong and grow like reeds
upon thy head.
3Strengthen the roots, prolong the points, lengthen the middle
part, O Plant.
Let the black locks spring thick and strong and grow like reeds
upon thy head.