Rig Veda
This verse is not included in this edition.
Kindled, bring, Agni, Gods to-day for him who lifts the ladle up. Spin out the ancient thread for him who sheds, with gifts, the Soma juice.
ghṛtavantam upa māsi madhumantaṃ tanūnapāt yajñaṃ viprasya māvataḥ śaśamānasya dāśuṣaḥ
Thou dealest forth, Tanunapat, sweet sacrifice enriched with oil, Brought by a singer such as I who offers gifts and toils for thee.
śuciḥ pāvako adbhuto madhvā yajñam mimikṣati narāśaṃsas trir ā divo devo deveṣu yajñiyaḥ
He wondrous, sanctifying, bright, sprinkles the sacrifice with mead, Thrice, Narasamsa from the heavens, a God mid Gods adorable.
īﾱito agna ā vahendraṃ citram iha priyam iyaṃ hi tvā matir mamācchā sujihva vacyate
Agni, besought, bring hitherward Indra the Friend, the Wonderful, For this my hymn of praise, O sweet of tongue, is chanted forth to thee.
stṛṇānāso yatasruco barhir yajñe svadhvare vṛñje devavyacastamam indrāya śarma saprathaḥ
The ladle-holders strew trimmed grass at this well-ordered sacrifice; A home for Indra is adorned, wide, fittest to receive the Gods.
vi śrayantām ṛtāvṛdhaḥ prayai devebhyo mahīḥ pāvakāsaḥ puruspṛho dvāro devīr asaścataḥ
Thrown open be the Doors Divine, unfailing, that assist the rite, High, purifying, much-desired, so that the Gods may enter in.
ā bhandamāne upāke naktoṣāsā supeśasā yahvī ṛtasya mātarā sīdatām barhir ā sumat
May Night and Morning, hymned with lauds, united, fair to look upon, Strong Mothers of the sacrifice, seat them together on the grass.
mandrajihvā jugurvaṇī hotārā daivyā kavī yajñaṃ no yakṣatām imaṃ sidhram adya divispṛśam
May the two Priests Divine, the sage, the sweet-voiced lovers of the hymn, Complete this sacrifice of ours, effectual, reaching heaven to-day.
śucir deveṣv arpitā hotrā marutsu bhāratī iﾱā sarasvatī mahī barhiḥ sīdantu yajñiyāḥ
Let Hotra pure, set among Gods, amid the Maruts Bharati, Ila, Sarasvati, Mahi, rest on the grass, adorable.
tan nas turīpam adbhutam puru vāram puru tmanā tvaṣṭā poṣāya vi ṣyatu rāye nābhā no asmayuḥ
May Tvashtar send us genial dew abundant, wondrous, rich in gifts, For increase and for growth of wealth, Tvashtar our kinsman and our Friend.
avasṛjann upa tmanā devān yakṣi vanaspate agnir havyā suṣūdati devo deveṣu medhiraḥ
Vanaspati, give forth, thyself, and call the Gods to sacrifice. May Agni, God intelligent, speed our oblation to the Gods.
pūṣaṇvate marutvate viśvadevāya vāyave svāhā gāyatravepase havyam indrāya kartana
To Vayu joined with Pushan, with the Maruts, and the host of Gods, To Indra who inspires the hymn cry Glory! and present the gift.
svāhākṛtāny ā gahy upa havyāni vītaye indrā gahi śrudhī havaṃ tvāṃ havante adhvare
Come hither to enjoy the gifts prepared with cry of Glory! Come, O Indra, hear their calling; they invite thee to the sacrifice.