Rig Veda
saṃ jāgṛvadbhir jaramāṇa idhyate dame damūnā iṣayann iḍas pade viśvasya hotā haviṣo vareṇyo vibhur vibhāvā suṣakhā sakhīyate
Brisk, at the place of Ila, hymned by men who wake, our own familiar Friend is kindled in the house; Hotar of all oblation, worthy of our choice, Lord, beaming, trusty friend to one who loveth him.
sa darśataśrīr atithir gṛhe gṛhe vane vane śiśriye takvavīr iva janaṃ janaṃ janyo nāti manyate viśa ā kṣeti viśyo viśaṃ viśam
He, excellent in glory, guest in every house, finds like a swift-winged bird a home in every tree. Benevolent to men, he scorns no living man: Friend to the tribes of men he dwells with every tribe.
sudakṣo dakṣaiḥ kratunāsi sukratur agne kaviḥ kāvyenāsi viśvavit vasur vasūnāṃ kṣayasi tvam eka id dyāvā ca yāni pṛthivī ca puṣyataḥ
Most sage with insight, passing skillful with thy powers art thou, O Agni, wise with wisdom, knowing all. As Vasu, thou alone art Lord of all good things, of all the treasures that the heavens and earth produce.
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Foreknowing well, O Agni, thou in Ila's place hast occupied thy regular station balmed with oil. Marked are thy comings like the comings of the Dawns, the rays of him who shineth spotless as the Sun.
tava śriyo varṣyasyeva vidyutaś citrāś cikitra uṣasāṃ na ketavaḥ yad oṣadhīr abhisṛṣṭo vanāni ca pari svayaṃ cinuṣe annam āsye
Thy glories are, as lightnings from the rainy cloud, marked, many-hued, like heralds of the Dawns' approach, When, loosed to wander over plants and forest trees, thou crammest by thyself thy food into thy mouth.
tam oṣadhīr dadhire garbham ṛtviyaṃ tam āpo agniṃ janayanta mātaraḥ tam it samānaṃ vaninaś ca vīrudho 'ntarvatīś ca suvate ca viśvahā
Him, duly coming as their germ, have plants received: this Agni have maternal Waters brought to life. So in like manner do the forest trees and plants bear him within them and produce him evermore.
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When, sped and urged by wind, thou spreadest thee abroad, swift piercing through thy food according to thy will, Thy never-ceasing blazes, longing to consume, like men on chariots, Agni, strive on every side.
medhākāraṃ vidathasya prasādhanam agniṃ hotāram paribhūtamam matim tam id arbhe haviṣy ā samānam it tam in mahe vṛṇate nānyaṃ tvat
Agni, the Hotar-priest who fills the assembly full, Waker of knowledge, chief Controller of the thought,- Him, yea, none other than thyself, doth man elect at sacrificial offerings great and small alike.
tvām id atra vṛṇate tvāyavo hotāram agne vidatheṣu vedhasaḥ yad devayanto dadhati prayāṃsi te haviṣmanto manavo vṛktabarhiṣaḥ
Here, Api, the arrangers, those attached to thee, elect thee as their Priest in sacred gatherings, When men with strewn clipt grass and sacrificial gifts offer thee entertainment, piously inclined.
tavāgne hotraṃ tava potram ṛtviyaṃ tava neṣṭraṃ tvam agnid ṛtāyataḥ tava praśāstraṃ tvam adhvarīyasi brahmā cāsi gṛhapatiś ca no dame
Thine is the Herald's task and Cleanser's duly timed; Leader art thou, and Kindler for the pious man. Thou art Director, thou the ministering Priest: thou art the Brahman, Lord and Master in our home.
yas tubhyam agne amṛtāya martyaḥ samidhā dāśad uta vā haviṣkṛti tasya hotā bhavasi yāsi dūtyam upa brūṣe yajasy adhvarīyasi
When mortal man presents to thee Immortal God, Agni, his fuel or his sacrificial gift, Then thou art his Adhvaryu, Hotar, messenger, callest the Gods and orderest the sacrifice.
imā asmai matayo vāco asmad āṃ ṛco giraḥ suṣṭutayaḥ sam agmata vasūyavo vasave jātavedase vṛddhāsu cid vardhano yāsu cākanat
From us these hymns in concert have gone forth to him, these. holy words, these Richas, songs and eulogies, Eager for wealth, to Jatavedas fain for wealth: when they have waxen strong they please their Strengthener.
imām pratnāya suṣṭutiṃ navīyasīṃ voceyam asmā uśate śṛṇotu naḥ bhūyā antarā hṛdy asya nispṛśe jāyeva patya uśatī suvāsāḥ
This newest eulogy will I speak forth to him, the Ancient One who loves it. May he hear our voice. May it come near his heart and make it stir with love, as a fond well-dressed matron clings about her lord.
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He in whom horses, bulls, oxen, and barren cows, and rams, when duly set apart, are offered up,- To Agni, Soma-sprinkled, drinker of sweet juice, Disposer, with my heart I bring a fair hymn forth.
ahāvy agne havir āsye te srucīva ghṛtaṃ camvīva somaḥ vājasaniṃ rayim asme suvīram praśastaṃ dhehi yaśasam bṛhantam
Into thy mouth is poured the offering, Agni, as Soma into cup, oil into ladle. Vouchsafe us wealth. strength-winning, blest with heroes, wealth lofty, praised by men, and full of splendour.