Rig Veda
bhadrā agner vadhryaśvasya saṃdṛśo vāmī praṇītiḥ suraṇā upetayaḥ yad īṃ sumitrā viśo agra indhate ghṛtenāhuto jarate davidyutat
Auspicious is the aspect of Vadhryasva's fire good is its guidance, pleasant are its visitings. When first the people Of Sumitra kindle it, with butter poured thereon it crackles and shines bright.
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Butter is that which makes Vadhryaiva's fire growstrong: the butter is its food, the butter makes it fat. It spreads abroad when butter hath been offered it, and balmed with streams of butter shines forth like the Sun.
yat te manur yad anīkaṃ sumitraḥ samīdhe agne tad idaṃ navīyaḥ sa revacchoca sa giro juṣasva sa vājaṃ darṣi sa iha śravo dhāḥ
Still newest is this face of thine, O Agni, which Manu and Sumitra have enkindled. So richly shine, accept our songs with favour, so give us strengthening food, so send us glory.
yaṃ tvā pūrvam īḍito vadhryaśvaḥ samīdhe agne sa idaṃ juṣasva sa na stipā uta bhavā tanūpā dātraṃ rakṣasva yad idaṃ te asme
Accept this offering, Agni, whom aforetime Vadhryasva, hath entreated and enkindled. Guard well our homes and ople, guard our bodies, protect thy girt to us which thou hast granted.
bhavā dyumnī vādhryaśvota gopā mā tvā tārīd abhimātir janānām śūra iva dhṛṣṇuś cyavanaḥ sumitraḥ pra nu vocaṃ vādhryaśvasya nāma
Be splendid, guard us Kinsman of Vadhryasva: let not the enmity of men o'ercome thee, Like the bold hero Chyavana, I Sumitra tell forth the title of Vadhryaiva's Kinsman.
sam ajryā parvatyā vasūni dāsā vṛtrāṇy āryā jigetha śūra iva dhṛṣṇuś cyavano janānāṃ tvam agne pṛtanāyūṃr abhi ṣyāḥ
All treasures hast thou won, of plains and mountains, and quelled the Dasas' and Aryas' hatred. Like the bold hero Chyavana, O Agni, mayst thou subdue the men who long for battle.
dīrghatantur bṛhadukṣāyam agniḥ sahasrastarīḥ śatanītha ṛbhvā dyumān dyumatsu nṛbhir mṛjyamānaḥ sumitreṣu dīdayo devayatsu
Deft Agni hath a lengthened thread, tall oxen, a thousand heifers, numberless devices. Decked by the men, splendid among the splendid, shine brightly forth amid devout Sumitras.
tve dhenuḥ sudughā jātavedo 'saścateva samanā sabardhuk tvaṃ nṛbhir dakṣiṇāvadbhir agne sumitrebhir idhyase devayadbhiḥ
Thine is the teeming cow, O Jatavedas, who pours at once her ceaseless flow, Sabardhuk, Thou. art lit up by men enriched with guerdon, O Agni, by the pious-souled Sumitras.
devāś cit te amṛtā jātavedo mahimānaṃ vādhryaśva pra vocan yat saṃpṛccham mānuṣīr viśa āyan tvaṃ nṛbhir ajayas tvāvṛdhebhiḥ
Even Immortal Gods, O Jatavedas, Vadhryasva's Kinsman, have declared thy grandeur. When human tribes drew near with supplication thou conqueredst with men whom thou hadst strengthened.
piteva putram abibhar upasthe tvām agne vadhryaśvaḥ saparyan juṣāṇo asya samidhaṃ yaviṣṭhota pūrvāṃ avanor vrādhataś cit
Like as a father bears his son, O Agni, Vadhryasva bare thee in his lap and served thee. Thou, Youngest God, having enjoyed his fuel, didst vanquish those of old though they were mighty.
śaśvad agnir vadhryaśvasya śatrūn nṛbhir jigāya sutasomavadbhiḥ samanaṃ cid adahaś citrabhāno 'va vrādhantam abhinad vṛdhaś cit
Vadhryasva's Agni evermore hath vanquished his foes with heroes who had pressed the Soma. Lord of bright rays, thou burntest up the battle, subduing, as our help, e'en mighty foemen.
ayam agnir vadhryaśvasya vṛtrahā sanakāt preddho namasopavākyaḥ sa no ajāmīṃr uta vā vijāmīn abhi tiṣṭha śardhato vādhryaśva
This Agni of Vadhryasva, Vritra-slayer, lit from of old, must be invoked with homage. As such assail our enemies, Vadhryasva, whether the foes be strangers or be kinsmen.