Atharva Veda: Book 7: Hymn 115: A charm against Misfortune

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HYMN CXV

A charm against Misfortune

Hence. Evil Fortune! fly away, vanish from this place and from
that.
We fix thee with an iron hook unto the man who hateth us.
Granting us riches, Savitar! golden-banded, send thou away
from us to other regions
That Fortune who, flying, abominable, hath, as a creeper climbs•
a tree, assailed me.
One and a hundred Fortunes all together are at his birth born
with a mortal's body.
Of these we send away the most unlucky: keep lucky ones for
us, O Jātavedas.
I have disparted these and those like cows who stray on common
land.
Here let auspicious Fortunes stay: hence have I banished evil
ones.