Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Atharva: Book 3: Hymn 25




 A man's love-charm - Sacred Texts




Let the Impeller goad thee on. Rest not in peace upon thy bed.
  Terrible is the shaft of Love: therewith I pierce thee to the
   heart.
2
That arrow winged with longing thought, its stem Desire, its
   neck, Resolve,
  Let Kāma, having truly aimed, shoot forth and pierce thee in
   the heart.
3
The shaft of Kāma, pointed well, that withers and consumes the
   spleen.
  With hasty feathers, all aglow, therewith I pierce thee to the
   heart.
4
Pierced through with fiercely-burning heat, steal to me with thy
   parching lips,
  Gentle and humble, all mine own, devoted, with sweet words of
   love.
5
Away Lfrom mother and from sire I drive thee hither with a
   whip,
  That thou mayst be at my command and yield to every wish of
   mine. p. a97
6
Mitra and Varuna, expel all thought and purpose from her
   heart.
  Deprive her of her own free will and make her subject unto me.


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