Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1Let Kushtha from the Hill of Snow come, a divine deliverer.
Banish thou all Consumption, drive all sorceresses far away.
2Kushtha, three several names hast thou, Naghamāra,
Naghārisha: let not mishap befall this man,
For whom I make a charm of thee at eve, at morning, and by
day.
3Jivalā is thy mother's name, thy father's name is Jivala; let not
mishap, etc.
4Thou art the best amid the plants, even as the ox is best of
tame, the tiger of rapacious beasts: let not mishap, etc.
5Born thrice from the Ādityas, thrice from Bhrigus, thrice from
Angiras' sons, born from the Visve Devas thrice, p. 243
Healer of every malady, that Kushtha stands by Soma's side.
Banish thou all Consumption, drive all sorceresses far away.
6In the third heaven above us stands the Asvattha tree, the seat
of Gods:
There is embodiment of life that dies not: thence was Kushtha
born.
7There moved through heaven a golden ship, a ship with cordage
wrought of gold:
There is embodiment of life that dies not; thence was Kushtha
born.
8Where is the Sinking of the Ship, the summit of the Hill of
Snow,
There is embodiment of life that dies not: thence was Kustha
born.
Healer of every malady, that Kushtha stands by Soma's side.
Banish thou all Consumption, drive all sorceresses far away.
9Thou whom Ikshvāku's ancestor, whom he who well-loved
Kushtha, knew,
Whom Vāyasa and Mātsya knew, hence healer of all ills art
thou.
10O thou who hast all-reaching might drive away Fever, drive it
down,
Head racking Fever, tertian, continual, lasting for a year.