Atharva Veda
Chapters
Book VII — Hymn LXIV

HYMN LXIV

A charm to avert an evil omen

From all that woe and trouble may the Waters save and rescue
me,
Whate'er the Raven, black of hue, flying out hither ward, hath
dropped.
May Agni Garhapatya save and set me free from all this guilt.
Which the black Raven with thy mouth, O Nirriti, hath wiped
away.