Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1O Heaven and Earth, I think on you, wise, givers of abundant
gifts, ye who through measureless expanses have spread forth.
For ye are seats and homes of goodly treasures. Deliver us, ye
twain from grief and trouble.
2Yea, seats and homes are ye of goodly treasures, grown strong,
divine, blessed, and far-extending,
To me, O Heaven and Earth, be ye auspicious. Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
3I call on you who warm and cause no sorrow, deep, spacious,
meet to be adored by poets.
To me, O Heaven and Earth, be ye auspicious. Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
4Ye who maintain Amrit and sacrifices, ye who support rivers
and human beings,
To me, O Heaven and Earth, be ye auspicious, Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
5Ye by whom cows and forest trees are cherished within whose
range all creatures are included,
To me, O Heaven and Earth, be ye auspicious. Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
6Ye who delight in nectar and in fatness, ye without whom men
have no strength or power,
To me, O Heaven and Earth, be ye auspicious. Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
7The grief that pains me here, whoever caused it, not sent by fate,
hath sprung from human action.
I, suppliant, praise Heaven, Earth, and oft invoke them. Deliver
us, ye twain, from grief and trouble.