Rig Veda 10.46

pra hotā jāto mahān nabhovin nṛṣadvā sīdad apām upasthe dadhir yo dhāyi sa te vayāṃsi yantā vasūni vidhate tanūpāḥ

Stablished for thee, to lend thee vital forces, Giver of wealth, Guard of his servant's body. The Great Priest, born, who knows the clouds, Abider with men, is seated in the lap of waters.

imaṃ vidhanto apāṃ sadhasthe paśuṃ na naṣṭam padair anu gman guhā catantam uśijo namobhir icchanto dhīrā bhṛgavo 'vindan

Worshipping, seeking him with adoration like some lost creature followed by its footprints, Wise Bhrigus, yearning in their hearts, pursued him, and found him lurking where the floods are gathered.

imaṃ trito bhūry avindad icchan vaibhūvaso mūrdhany aghnyāyāḥ sa śevṛdho jāta ā harmyeṣu nābhir yuvā bhavati rocanasya

On the Cow's forehead, with laborious searching, Trita, the offspring of Vibhiavas, found him. Born in our houses, Youthful, joy-bestower, he now becomes the central point of brightness.

mandraṃ hotāram uśijo namobhiḥ prāñcaṃ yajñaṃ netāram adhvarāṇām viśām akṛṇvann aratim pāvakaṃ havyavāhaṃ dadhato mānuṣeṣu

Yearning, with homage, they have set and made him blithe Priest among mankind, oblation-bearer, Leader of rites and Purifier, envoy of men, as sacrifice that still advances.

pra bhūr jayantam mahāṃ vipodhāṃ mūrā amūram purāṃ darmāṇam nayanto garbhaṃ vanāṃ dhiyaṃ dhur hiriśmaśruṃ nārvāṇaṃ dhanarcam

The foolish brought the ne'er-bewildered forward, great, Victor, Song-inspirer, Fort-destroyer. Leading the Youth gold-bearded, like a courser gleaming with wealth, they turned their hymn to profit.

ni pastyāsu trita stabhūyan parivīto yonau sīdad antaḥ ataḥ saṃgṛbhyā viśāṃ damūnā vidharmaṇāyantrair īyate nṝn

Holding his station firmly in the houses, Trita sat down within his home surrounded Thence, as Law bids, departs the Tribes' Companion having collected men with no compulsion.

asyājarāso damām aritrā arcaddhūmāso agnayaḥ pāvakāḥ śvitīcayaḥ śvātrāso bhuraṇyavo vanarṣado vāyavo na somāḥ

His are the fires, eternal, purifying, that make the houses move, whose smoke is shining, White, waxing in their strength, for ever stirring, and sitting in the wood; like winds are Somas.

pra jihvayā bharate vepo agniḥ pra vayunāni cetasā pṛthivyāḥ tam āyavaḥ śucayantam pāvakam mandraṃ hotāraṃ dadhire yajiṣṭham

The tongue of Agni bears away the praise song, and, through his care for Earth, her operations. Him, bright and radiant, living men have stablished as their blithe Priest, the Chief of Sacrificers.

dyāvā yam agnim pṛthivī janiṣṭām āpas tvaṣṭā bhṛgavo yaṃ sahobhiḥ īḍenyam prathamam mātariśvā devās tatakṣur manave yajatram

That Agni, him whom Heaven and Earth engendered, the Waters. Tvashtar, and with might, the Bhrigus, Him Matarisvan and the Gods have fashioned holy for man and first to be entreated.

yaṃ tvā devā dadhire havyavāham puruspṛho mānuṣāso yajatram sa yāmann agne stuvate vayo dhāḥ pra devayan yaśasaḥ saṃ hi pūrvīḥ

Agni, whom Gods have made oblation bearer, and much-desiring men regard as holy, Give life to him who lauds thee when he worships, and then shall glorious men in troops adore thee.