Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1As the Sun rises, let thy sore disease and yellowness depart. p. a21
We compass and surround thee with the colour of a ruddy ox.
2With ruddy hues we compass thee that thou mayst live a leng-
thened life:
So that this man be free from harm, and cast his yellow tint
away.
3Devatyās that are red of hue, yea, and the ruddy-coloured
kine,
Each several form, each several force—with these we compass
thee about.
4To parrots and to starlings we transfer thy sickly yellowness:
Now in the yellow-coloured birds we lay this yellowness of
thine.