Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1This cow was born to bring forth offspring singly, though they
created kine of every colour.
When she produces twins in spite of Order, sullen, with groan
and grudge she harms the cattle.
2She brings destruction on the beasts, turned to a flesh-devouring
worm.
Yes, give her to the Brāhman that she may bring luck and
happiness.
3Be thou auspicious to our folk, bring luck to horses and to kine.
Auspicious unto all this farm, bring luck and happiness to us.
4Let there be rain and increase here, here be thou most munifi-
cient.
Mother of twins, prosper our herd.
5Where, having left all sickness of their bodies, the pious lead, as
friends, their lives of gladness
Nigh to that world approached the twin calves' mother. Let her
not harm our people and our cattle.
6Where lies the world of those dear friends, the pious, those who
have brought due sacrifice to Agni
Nigh to that world approached the twins calves' mother. Let her
not harm our people and our cattle.