A charm against sores and pustules (apachitas)

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

HYMN LXXXIII

A charm against sores and pustules (apachitas)

1Hence, Sores and Pustules, fly away even as the eagle from his
   home.
  Let Sūrya bring a remedy, the Moon shine forth and banish
   you.
2One bright with variegated tints, one white, one black, a couple
   red:—
  The'names of all have I declared. Begone, and injure not our
   men.
3Hence, childless, shall the Pustule flee, grand-daughter of the
   dusky one.
  The Boil shall fly away from us, the morbid growth shall vanish
   hence.
  Taste, happy in thy mind, thine own oblation, as I with Svāhā
   with my heart present it.

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