HYMN CII

A man's love charm

Even as this ox, O Asvins, steps and turns together with his
mate,
So let thy fancy turn itself, come nearer, and unite with me.
I, as the shaft-horse draws the mare beside him, draw thee to
myself.
Like grass that storm and wind have rent, so be thy mind at-
tached to me!
Swiftly from Bhaga's hands I bear away a love-compelling charm
Of ointment and of sugar-cane, of Spikenard and the Kushtha
plant.