aibhir agne duvo giro viśvebhiḥ somapītaye devebhir yāhi yakṣi ca
To drink the Soma, Agni, come, to our service and our songs. With all these Gods; and worship them.
Rig Veda
aibhir agne duvo giro viśvebhiḥ somapītaye devebhir yāhi yakṣi ca
To drink the Soma, Agni, come, to our service and our songs. With all these Gods; and worship them.
ā tvā kaṇvā ahūṣata gṛṇanti vipra te dhiyaḥ devebhir agna ā gahi
The Kanvas have invoked thee; they, O Singer, sing thee songs of praise Agni, come hither with the Gods;
indravāyū bṛhaspatim mitrāgnim pūṣaṇam bhagam ādityān mārutaṃ gaṇam
Indra, Vayu, Brihaspati, Mitra, Agni, Pushan, Bhaga, Adityas, and the Marut host.
pra vo bhriyanta indavo matsarā mādayiṣṇavaḥ drapsā madhvaś camūṣadaḥ
For you these juices are poured forth that gladden and exhilarate, The meath-drops resting in the cup.
īḍate tvām avasyavaḥ kaṇvāso vṛktabarhiṣaḥ haviṣmanto araṅkṛtaḥ
The sons of Kanva fain for help adore thee, having strewn the grass, With offerings and all things prepared.
ghṛtapṛṣṭhā manoyujo ye tvā vahanti vahnayaḥ ā devān somapītaye
Let the swift steeds who carry thee, thought-yoked and dropping holy oil, Bring the Gods to the Soma draught.
tān yajatrāṁ ṛtāvṛdho 'gne patnīvatas kṛdhi madhvaḥ sujihva pāyaya
Adored, the strengtheners of Law, unite them, Agni, with their Dames: Make them drink meath, O bright of tongue.
ye yajatrā ya īḍyās te te pibantu jihvayā madhor agne vaṣaṭkṛti
Let them, O Agni, who deserve worship and praise drink with thy tongue The meath in solemn sacrifice.
ākīṃ sūryasya rocanād viśvān devāṁ uṣarbudhaḥ vipro hoteha vakṣati
Away, from the Sun's realm of light, the wise invoking Priest shall bring All Gods awaking with the dawn.
viśvebhiḥ somyam madhv agna indreṇa vāyunā pibā mitrasya dhāmabhiḥ
With all the Gods, with Indra, with Vayu, and Mitra's splendours, drink, Agni, the pleasant Soma juice.
tvaṃ hotā manurhito 'gne yajñeṣu sīdasi semaṃ no adhvaraṃ yaja
Ordained by Manu as our Priest, thou sittest, Agni, at each rite: Hallow thou this our sacrifice.
yukṣvā hy aruṣī rathe harito deva rohitaḥ tābhir devāṁ ihā vaha
Harness the Red Mares to thy car, the Bays, O God, the flaming ones: With those bring hitherward the Gods.