All evil spirits, male and female alike, drive far from us, O Earth, the ones that grab and the ones that devour, all vampires and all demons! Drive each and every one to distant realms!

Atharva Veda XII, 1, 50

Over the earth the winged bipeds fly, swans and falcons, eagles, birds of all kinds. On her the wind comes rushing, Matarishvan, raising the dust, causing the trees to tremble and dragging in his victory train the Fire.

Atharva Veda XII, 1, 51

May she in whom the bright and also the dark, the day and the night, associate, though separate, the far-flung Earth, ofttimes by rain made fertile, graciously settle each one in his well-loved abode!

Atharva Veda XII, 1, 52

Heaven and Earth and the space in between have set me in a wide expanse! Fire, the Sun, the Waters, the Gods, have joined to give me inspiration.

Atharva Veda XII, 1, 53

Behold me now, victorious! My name is the highest in all the earth. Ruling in all regions, I subdue all! I conquer!

Atharva Veda XII, 1, 54