Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1Along their paths the Mothers go, sisters of priestly
ministrants,
Blending their water with the mead.
2May yonder Waters near the Sun, or those wherewith the Sun is
joined,
Send forth this sacrifice of ours.
3I call the Waters, Goddesses, hitherward where our cattle
drink:
The streams must share the sacrifice.
4Amrit is in the Waters, in the Waters balm.
Yea, through our praises of the Floods, O horses, be ye fleet and
strong, and, O ye kine, be full of strength.