May Earth on which men offer to the Gods the sacrifice and decorous oblations, where dwells the human race on nourishment proper to the requirements of its nature–may this great Earth assure us life and breath, permitting us to come to ripe old age.
Atharva Veda XII, 1, 22
Instill in me abundantly that fragrance, O Mother Earth, which emanates from you and from your plants and waters, that sweet perfume that all celestial beings are wont to emit, and let no enemy ever wish us ill!
Atharva Veda XII, 1, 23
Your fragrance which has entered into the lotus, wherewith the immortal Gods at the Sun-daughter’s wedding were redolent, O Earth, in times primeval– instill in me abundantly that fragrance, and let no enemy ever wish us ill!
Atharva Veda XII, 1, 24
Breath of the Gods and life germ of the universe, freely he wanders. We bring him our homage, whose voice may be heard but whose form is not seen.
Rig Veda X, 168, 4
May the Wind breathe healing upon us, prolong our life-span, and fill our hearts with comfort!
Rig Veda X, 186, 1
