Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1Whatever trouble hath disturbed and shaken me—I speak with
hope, I move, imploring, 'mid the folk
What harm my body in myself hath suffered, now let Sarasvati
relieve with fatness.
2Seven flow for him, the youth on whom the Maruts wait: the
sons have taught the Father everlasting laws.
Both worlds are his: both shine belonging unto him. Both
move together: both, as his possession thrive.