Hymns of the Atharva-Veda/Book 1/Hymn 14

A woman's incantation against a rival

1. As from the tree a wreath, have I assumed her fortune and her
     fame:
     Among her kinsfolk long may she dwell, like a mountain broadly-
     based.
2. King Yama, let this maiden be surrendered as a wife to thee:
     Bound let her be meanwhile within, her mother's, brother's,
     father's house.
3. Queen of thy race is she, O King: to thee do we deliver her.
     Long with her kinsfolk may she sit, until her hair be white with
     age.
4. With Asita's and Kasyapa's and Gaya's incantation, thus
     As sisters pack within a chest, I bind and tie thy fortune up.