HYMN XXXII

A charm against worms or bots in cows

Uprising let the Sun destroy, and when he sinketh, with his
beams.
The Worms that live within the cow.
The four-eyed worm, of every shape, the variegated, and the
white
I break and crush the creature's ribs, and tear away its head
besides.
Like Atri I destroy you, Worms! in Kanva's, Jamadagni's way:
I bray and bruise the creeping things to pieces with Agastya's*
spell.
Slain is the sovran of these Worms, yea, their controlling lord
is slain:
Slain is the Worm, his mother slain, brother and sister both are
slain.
Slain are his ministers, and slain his followers and retinue:
Yes, those that seemed the tiniest things, the Worms have all
been put to death.
I break in pieces both thy horns wherewith thou pushest here
and there:
I cleave and rend the bag which holds the venom which is*
stored in thee.