Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1Pūshan was born to move on distant pathways, on roads remote
from earth, remote from heaven.
To both most lovely places of assembly he travels and returns
with perfect knowledge.
2Pūshan knows all these realms: may he conduct us by ways that
are most free from fear and danger.
Giver of blessings, glowing, all heroic, may he the wise and
watchful go before us.
3We are thy praisers here, O Pūshan: never let us be injured
under thy protection.
4From out the distance, far and wide, may Pūshan stretch his
right hand forth.
Let him drive back our lost to us, let us return with what is lost.