Atharva Veda: Book 2: Hymn 31: A charm against all sorts of worms

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HYMN XXXI

A charm against all sorts of worms

With Indra's mighty millstone, that which crushes worms of
every sort,
I bray and bruise the worms to bits like vetches on the grinding
stone.
The Seen and the Invisible, and the Kurūru have I crushed:
Alāndus, and all Chhalunas, we bruise to pieces with our spell.
I kill Alāndus with a mighty weapon: burnt or not burnt they
now have lost their vigour .
Left or not left, I with the spell subdue them: let not a single
worm remain uninjured.
The worm that lives within the ribs, within the bowels, in the
head.
Avaskava and Borer, these we bruise to pieces with the spell.
Worms that are found on mountains, in the forests, that live in
plants, in cattle, in the waters,
Those that have made their way within our bodies,—these I
destroy, the worms' whole generation.