Atharva Veda
Chapters
Book VII — Hymn XIII

HYMN XIII

A charm to win superiority over foes and rivals

As the Sun, rising, taketh to himself the brightness of the stars,.
So I assume the glory of women and men mine enemies.
All ye amang my rivals who behold me as I come to you,
I seize the glory of my foes as the Sun, rising, theirs who sleep.