Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com

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HYMN XIII

A charm to win superiority over foes and rivals

1As the Sun, rising, taketh to himself the brightness of the stars,.
  So I assume the glory of women and men mine enemies.
  All ye amang my rivals who behold me as I come to you,
  I seize the glory of my foes as the Sun, rising, theirs who sleep.