Rig Veda
hiraṇyakeśo rajaso visāre 'hir dhunir vāta iva dhrajīmān śucibhrājā uṣaso navedā yaśasvatīr apasyuvo na satyāḥ
He in mid-air's expanse hath golden tresses; a raging serpent, like the rushing tempest: Purely refulgent, knowing well the morning; like honourable dames, true, active workers.
ā te suparṇā aminantaṃ evaiḥ kṛṣṇo nonāva vṛṣabho yadīdam śivābhir na smayamānābhir āgāt patanti miha stanayanty abhrā
Thy well-winged flashes strengthen in their manner, when the black Bull hath bellowed round about us. With drops that bless and seem to smile he cometh: the waters fall, the clouds utter their thunder.
yad īm ṛtasya payasā piyāno nayann ṛtasya pathibhī rajiṣṭhaiḥ aryamā mitro varuṇaḥ parijmā tvacam pṛñcanty uparasya yonau
When he comes streaming with the milk of worship, conducting by directest paths of Order Aryaman, Mitra, Varuna, Parijman fill the hide full where lies the nether press-stone.
agne vājasya gomata īśānaḥ sahaso yaho asme dhehi jātavedo mahi śravaḥ
O Agni, thou who art the lord of wealth in kine, thou Son of Strength, Vouchsafe to us, O Jatavedas, high renown.
sa idhāno vasuṣ kavir agnir īḍenyo girā revad asmabhyam purvaṇīka dīdihi
He, Agni, kindled, good and wise, must be exalted in our song: Shine, thou of many forms, shine radiantly on us.
kṣapo rājann uta tmanāgne vastor utoṣasaḥ sa tigmajambha rakṣaso daha prati
O Agni, shining of thyself by night and when the morning breaks, Burn, thou whose teeth are sharp, against the Rakshasas.
avā no agna ūtibhir gāyatrasya prabharmaṇi viśvāsu dhīṣu vandya
Adorable in all our rites, favour us, Agni, with thine aid, When the great hymn is chanted forth.
ā no agne rayim bhara satrāsāhaṃ vareṇyam viśvāsu pṛtsu duṣṭaram
Bring to us ever-conquering wealth, wealth, Agni, worthy of our choice, In all our frays invincible.
ā no agne sucetunā rayiṃ viśvāyupoṣasam mārḍīkaṃ dhehi jīvase
Give us, O Agni, through thy grace wealth that supporteth all our life, Thy favour so that we may live.
pra pūtās tigmaśociṣe vāco gotamāgnaye bharasva sumnayur giraḥ
O Gotama, desiring bliss present thy songs composed with care To Agni of the pointed flames.
yo no agne 'bhidāsaty anti dūre padīṣṭa saḥ asmākam id vṛdhe bhava
May the man fall, O Agni, who near or afar assaileth us: Do thou increase and prosper us.
sahasrākṣo vicarṣaṇir agnī rakṣāṃsi sedhati hotā gṛṇīta ukthyaḥ
Keen and swift Agni, thousand-eyed, chaseth the Rakshasas afar: He singeth, herald meet for lauds.