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The Atharvaveda - translated by Maurice Bloomfield

Take hold of this prayer that gives immortality
May thy life unto old age not be cut off
I bring to thee anew breath and life
Not mist and darkness
Do not waste away

Come hither to the land of the living
I rescue thee unto a life of a hundred autumns
loosing the bands of death and imprecation
I bestow upon thee long life
Extended very far

The missiles of the gods shall pass thee by
I pass thee across the mist of death
From death I have rescued thee
Removing far the flesh devouring Agni
A barrier do I set round thee
That thou mayest live

In breathing and out breathing do I prepare for thee
Death in old age
Long life and prosperity

May heaven and earth, the bestowers of happiness
Be auspicious and harmless to thee
May the sun shine
And the wind blow comfort to thy heart
May the heavenly waters, rich in milk
Flow upon thee kindly.

May the plants be auspicious to thee
I have raised thee from the lower to the upper earth
There may both the Adityas
The Sun and the Moon
Protect thee

A hundred years, ten thousand years,
Two, three, four ages [yuga] do we allot to thee
Indra and Agni
And all the gods without anger shall favour thee

To autumn thee
To winter spring and summer, do we commit;
The rains which grow the plants shall be pleasant to thee

Death rules over bipeds
Death rules over quadrupeds.
From that death, the lord of cattle
Do I rescue thee; do not fear

Free from harm thou shalt not die
Thou shalt not die
Do not fear