Atharva Veda
Chapters
Book VI — Hymn LXVI

HYMN LXVI

A charm for the destruction and plunder of enemies

Handless be every foeman who assaileth, they who with missiles
come to fight against us!
Dash them together with great slaughter, Indra! and let their
robber chief run pierced with arrows.
Ye who run hither bending bows, brandishing swords and cast-
ing darts.
Handless be ye, O enemies! Let Indra mangle you to-day.
Handless be these our enemies! We enervate their languid
limbs.
So let us part among ourselves, in hundreds, Indra! all their
wealth.