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Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 4 — Chapter 18

AV 4 18.1

समं ज्योतिः सूर्येणाह्ना रात्री समावती । कृणोमि सत्यम् ऊतये ऽरसाः सन्तु कृत्वरीः

samaṃ jyotiḥ sūryeṇāhnā rātrī samāvatī | kṛṇomi satyam ūtaye 'rasāḥ santu kṛtvarīḥ

The light is equal with the sun, the night is of equal measure with the day; I make truth (my) help — let the spell-working women be sapless.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

The moonlight equalleth the sun, night is the rival of the day. I make effectual power my help: let magic arts be impotent.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 4 18.2

यो देवाः कृत्यां कृत्वा हराद् अविदुषो गृहम् । वत्सो धारुर् इव मातरं तं प्रत्यग् उप पद्यताम्

yo devāḥ kṛtyāṃ kṛtvā harād aviduṣo gṛham | vatso dhārur iva mātaraṃ taṃ pratyag upa padyatām

Whoever, O gods, having made a spell, carries it to the house of one who does not know — like a suckling calf to its mother, let it come back upon him.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Gods! if one make and bring a spell on some man's house who knows it not, Close as the calf that sucks the cow may it revert and cling to him.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 4 18.3

अमा कृत्वा पाप्मानं यस् तेनान्यं जिघांसति । अश्मानस् तस्यां दग्धायां बहुलाः फट् करिक्रति

amā kṛtvā pāpmānaṃ yas tenānyaṃ jighāṃsati | aśmānas tasyāṃ dagdhāyāṃ bahulāḥ phaṭ karikrati

He who, having made the evil thing at home, seeks with it to slay another — when she (the spell) has been burnt, many stones there crackle 'phaṭ'.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

When one puts poison in a dish of unbaked clay to kill a man, It cracks when set upon the fire with the sharp sound of many stones.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 4 18.4

सहस्रधामन् विशिखान् विग्रीवां छायया त्वम् । प्रति स्म चक्रुषे कृत्यां प्रियां प्रियावते हर

sahasradhāman viśikhān vigrīvāṃ chāyayā tvam | prati sma cakruṣe kṛtyāṃ priyāṃ priyāvate hara

O you of a thousand seats, (render them) crestless, neck-broken by your shadow; turn the spell back upon the one who has made it — carry off what is dear from the one who has what is dear.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Endowed with thousand powers! adjure the bald and those with necks awry. Back to its author turn the spell like a dear damsel to her friend!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 4 18.5

अनयाहम् ओषध्या सर्वाः कृत्या अदूदुषम् । यां क्षेत्रे चक्रुर् यां गोषु यां वा ते पुरुषेषु

anayāham oṣadhyā sarvāḥ kṛtyā adūduṣam | yāṃ kṣetre cakrur yāṃ goṣu yāṃ vā te puruṣeṣu

With this plant I have spoiled all the spells — the one they made in the field, the one among the cattle, or the one among your men.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

I with this Plant have ruined all malignant powers of witchery. The spell which they have laid upon thy field, thy cattle, or thy men.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 4 18.6

यश् चकार न शशाक कर्तुं शश्रे पादम् अङ्गुरिम् । चकार भद्रम् अस्मभ्यम् आत्मने तपनम् तु सः

yaś cakāra na śaśāka kartuṃ śaśre pādam aṅgurim | cakāra bhadram asmabhyam ātmane tapanam tu saḥ

He who made (it) was not able to carry it through; he broke his foot, his finger. He made good fortune for us, but for himself burning.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

No power had he who wrought the spell: he hurt his foot, he broke his toe. His act hath brought us happiness and pain and sorrow to him- self.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 4 18.7

अपामार्गो ऽप मार्ष्टु क्षेत्रियं शपथश् च यः । अपाह यातुधानीर् अप सर्वा अराय्यः

apāmārgo 'pa mārṣṭu kṣetriyaṃ śapathaś ca yaḥ | apāha yātudhānīr apa sarvā arāyyaḥ

Let Apāmārga wipe away the kṣetriya disease and whatever curse there is; away indeed the sorceresses, away all the arāyī demonesses.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Let Apāmārga sweep away chronic disease and every curse, Sweep sorceresses clean away, and all malignant stingy hags.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 4 18.8

अपमृज्य यातुधानान् अप सर्वा अराय्यः । अपामार्ग त्वया वयं सर्वं तद् अप मृज्महे

apamṛjya yātudhānān apa sarvā arāyyaḥ | apāmārga tvayā vayaṃ sarvaṃ tad apa mṛjmahe

Having wiped away the sorcerers, away all the arāyī demonesses — O Apāmārga, with you we wipe all that away.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Sweep thou away the sorcerers, all stingy fiendish hags away. All this, O Apāmārga, with thine aid we wipe away from us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)