…for a hundred autumns

May my voice remain strong, my breath unfaltering, my sight and my hearing acute! May my hair not turn gray nor my teeth become blackened, may my arms not grow feeble and slack!

May my thighs remain sturdy, my legs swift to go, my feet neither stumble nor flag! May my limbs remain whole, each performing its function, may my soul remain ever unconquered!

For a hundred autumns may we see, for a hundred autumns may we live, for a hundred autumns may we know, for a hundred autumns may we rise, for a hundred autumns may we flourish, for a hundred autumns may we be, for a hundred autumns may we become, –andeven more than a hundred autumns!

Peaceful be heaven, peaceful the earth, peaceful the broad space between. Peaceful for us be the running waters, peaceful the plants and herbs!

Peaceful to us be the signs of the future, peaceful what is done and undone, peaceful to us be what is and what will be. May all to us be gracious!

– Atharva Veda XIX