Rig Veda
vaiśvānaram manasāgniṃ nicāyyā haviṣmanto anuṣatyaṃ svarvidam sudānuṃ devaṃ rathiraṃ vasūyavo gīrbhī raṇvaṃ kuśikāso havāmahe
Revering in our heart Agni Vaisvanara, the finder of the light, whose promises are true, The liberal, gladsome, car-borne God we Kusikas invoke him with oblation, seeking wealth with songs.
taṃ śubhram agnim avase havāmahe vaiśvānaram mātariśvānam ukthyam bṛhaspatim manuṣo devatātaye vipraṃ śrotāram atithiṃ raghuṣyadam
That Agni, bright, Vaisvanara, we invoke for help, and Matarisvan worthy of the song of praise; Brihaspati for man's observance of the Gods, the Singer prompt to hear, the swiftly-moving guest.
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Age after age Vaisvanara, neighing like a horse, is kindled with the women by the Kusikas. May Agni, he who wakes among Immortal Gods, grant us heroic strength and wealth in noble steeds.
pra yantu vājās taviṣībhir agnayaḥ śubhe sammiślāḥ pṛṣatīr ayukṣata bṛhadukṣo maruto viśvavedasaḥ pra vepayanti parvatāṁ adābhyāḥ
Let them go forth, the strong, as flames of fire with might. Gathered for victory they have yoked their spotted deer. Pourers of floods, the Maruts, Masters of all wealth, they who can ne'er be conquered, make the mountains shake.
agniśriyo maruto viśvakṛṣṭaya ā tveṣam ugram ava īmahe vayam te svānino rudriyā varṣanirṇijaḥ siṃhā na heṣakratavaḥ sudānavaḥ
The Maruts, Friends of men, are glorious as the fire: their mighty and resplendent succour we implore. Those storming Sons of Rudra clothed in robes of rain, boon-givers of good gifts, roar as the lions roar.
vrātaṃ vrātaṃ gaṇaṃ gaṇaṃ suśastibhir agner bhāmam marutām oja īmahe pṛṣadaśvāso anavabhrarādhaso gantāro yajñaṃ vidatheṣu dhīrāḥ
We, band on band and troop following troop, entreat with fair lauds Agni's splendour and the Maruts' might, With spotted deer for steeds, with wealth that never fails, they, wise Ones, come to sacrifice at our gatherings.
agnir asmi janmanā jātavedā ghṛtam me cakṣur amṛtam ma āsan arkas tridhātū rajaso vimāno 'jasro gharmo havir asmi nāma
Agni am I who know, by birth, all creatures. Mine eye is butter, in my mouth is nectar. I am light threefold, measurer of the region exhaustless heat am I, named burnt-oblation.
tribhiḥ pavitrair apupoddhy arkaṃ hṛdā matiṃ jyotir anu prajānan varṣiṣṭhaṃ ratnam akṛta svadhābhir ād id dyāvāpṛthivī pary apaśyat
Bearing in mind a thought with light accordant, he purified the Sun with three refinings; By his own nature gained the highest treasure, and looked abroad over the earth and heaven.
śatadhāram utsam akṣīyamāṇaṃ vipaścitam pitaraṃ vaktvānām meḍim madantam pitror upasthe taṃ rodasī pipṛtaṃ satyavācam
The Spring that fails not with a hundred streamlets, Father inspired of' prayers that men should utter, The Sparkler, joyous in his Parents' bosom, -him, the Truth-speaker, sate ye, Earth and Heaven.