Atharva Veda 4.28: A hymn to Bhava and Sarva

I Reverence you—mark this—Bhava and Sarva, ye under whose control is this that shineth.
Lords of this world both quadruped and biped. Deliver us, ye twain, from grief and trouble.

Lords of all near and even of what is distant, famed as the best and skilfullest of archers, Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye twain, from grief and trouble.

Thousand-eyed foe-destroyers, I invoke you, still praising you the strong, of wide dominion: Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye twain, from grief and trouble.

Ye who of old wrought many a deed in concert, and showed among mankind unhappy omens; Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye twain, from grief and trouble.

Ye from the stroke of whose destroying weapon not one among the Gods or men escapeth, Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye twain, from grief and trouble.

Hurl your bolt, strong Gods, at the Yātudhāna, him who makes ready roots and deals in magic: Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye twain, from grief and trouble.

Comfort and aid us, ye strong Gods, in battles, at each Kimidin send your bolt of thunder.
I, suppliant, praise and ever call on Bhav and Sarva. Set us free from grief and trouble.