Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1As from the tree a wreath, have I assumed her fortune and her
fame:
Among her kinsfolk long may she dwell, like a mountain broadly-
based.
2King Yama, let this maiden be surrendered as a wife to thee:
Bound let her be meanwhile within, her mother's, brother's,
father's house.
3Queen of thy race is she, O King: to thee do we deliver her.
Long with her kinsfolk may she sit, until her hair be white with
age.
4With Asita's and Kasyapa's and Gaya's incantation, thus
As sisters pack within a chest, I bind and tie thy fortune up.