Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
01. From honey sprang this Plant to life; with honey now we dig
thee up.
Make us as sweet as honey, for from honey hast thou been pro-
duced.
2My tongue hath honey at the tip, and sweetest honey at the root: p. a31
Thou yieldest to my wish and will, and shalt be mine and only
mine.
3My coming in is honey-sweet and honey-sweet, my going forth:
My voice and words are sweet: I fain would be like honey in
my look.
4Sweeter am I than honey, yet more full of sweets than licorice:
So mayst thou love me as a branch full of all sweets, and only me.
5Around thee have I girt a zone of sugar-cane to banish hate.
That thou mayst be in love with me, my darling never to depart.