Atharva Veda: Book 1 – Hymn 27

A charm to obtain invisibility

1 There on the bank those Vipers lie, thrice-seven, having cast
their skins:
Now we with their discarded sloughs bind close and cover up the
eyes of the malicious highway thief.

2 Far let her go, cutting her way, brandishing, as it were, a club:
Diverted be the new-born’s mind: ne’er are the wicked

3 Not many have had power enough; the feeble ones have not
Like scattered fragments of a reed: ne’er are the wicked prosperous.

4 Go forward, feet, press quickly on, bring to the house of him
who pays.
Unconquered and unplundered, let Indrānf, foremost, lead the