Atharva Veda: Book 1 – Hymn 2
A charm against dysentery
1 We know the father of the shaft, Parjanya, liberal nourisher,
Know well his mother: Prithivī, Earth with her manifold
2 Do thou, O Bowstring, bend thyself around us: make my body
Firm in thy strength drive far away malignities and hateful
3 When, closely clinging round the wood, the bowstring sings
triumph to the swift and whizzing arrow,
Indra, ward off from us the shaft, the missile.
4 As in its flight the arrow’s point hangs between earth and
So stand this Munja grass between ailment and dysenteric ill!