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Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 6 — Chapter 83

AV 6 83.1

अपचितः प्र पतत सुपर्णो वसतेर् इव । सूर्यः कृणोतु भेषजं चन्द्रमा वो ऽपोछतु

apacitaḥ pra patata suparṇo vasater iva | sūryaḥ kṛṇotu bheṣajaṃ candramā vo 'pochatu

Fly forth, you apacits, like an eagle from its nest; let the sun make the remedy, let the moon shine you away.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Hence, Sores and Pustules, fly away even as the eagle from his home. Let Sūrya bring a remedy, the Moon shine forth and banish you.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 6 83.2

एन्य् एका श्येन्य् एका कृष्णैका रोहिणी द्वे । सर्वासाम् अग्रभं नामावीरघ्नीर् अपेतन

eny ekā śyeny ekā kṛṣṇaikā rohiṇī dve | sarvāsām agrabhaṃ nāmāvīraghnīr apetana

One is speckled, one is white, one is black, two are red; I have seized the names of all of them—not killing men, go away!

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

One bright with variegated tints, one white, one black, a couple red:— The'names of all have I declared. Begone, and injure not our men.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 6 83.3

असूतिका रामायण्य् अपचित् प्र पतिष्यति । ग्लौर् इतः प्र पतिष्यति स गलुन्तो नशिष्यति

asūtikā rāmāyaṇy apacit pra patiṣyati | glaur itaḥ pra patiṣyati sa galunto naśiṣyati

The barren (sore), the dark one, the apacit, will fly forth; the lump will fly forth from here; that galunta will disappear.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Hence, childless, shall the Pustule flee, grand-daughter of the dusky one. The Boil shall fly away from us, the morbid growth shall vanish hence. Taste, happy in thy mind, thine own oblation, as I with Svāhā with my heart present it.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 6 83.4

वीहि स्वाम् आहुतिं जुषानो मनसा स्वाहा मनसा यद् इदं जुहोमि

vīhi svām āhutiṃ juṣāno manasā svāhā manasā yad idaṃ juhomi

Take pleasure in your own oblation, enjoying (it) with the mind—svāhā—what I here offer with the mind.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition