Rig Veda
ā vo rājānam adhvarasya rudraṃ hotāraṃ satyayajaṃ rodasyoḥ agnim purā tanayitnor acittāddhiraṇyarūpam avase kṛṇudhvam
Win, to assist you, Rudra, Lord of worship, Priest of both worlds, effectual Sacrificer, Agni, invested with his golden colours, before the thunder strike and lay you senseless.
ayaṃ yoniś cakṛmā yaṃ vayaṃ te jāyeva patya uśatī suvāsāḥ arvācīnaḥ parivīto ni ṣīdemā u te svapāka pratīcīḥ
This shrine have we made ready for thy coming, as the fond dame attires her for her husband. Performer of good work, sit down before us, invested while these flames incline to meet thee.
āśṛṇvate adṛpitāya manma nṛcakṣase sumṛﾱīkāya vedhaḥ devāya śastim amṛtāya śaṃsa grāveva sotā madhuṣud yam īḍe
A hymn, O Priest, to him who hears, the gentle, to him who looks on men, exceeding gracious, A song of praise sing to the God Immortal, whom the stone, presser of the sweet juice, worships.
tvaṃ cin naḥ śamyā agne asyā ṛtasya bodhy ṛtacit svādhīḥ kadā ta ukthā sadhamādyāni kadā bhavanti sakhyā gṛhe te
Even as true knower of the Law, O Agni, to this our solemn rite he thou attentive. When shall thy songs of festival be sung thee? When is thy friendship shown within our dwelling?
kathā ha tad varuṇāya tvam agne kathā dive garhase kan na āgaḥ kathā mitrāya mīḍhuṣe pṛthivyai bravaḥ kad aryamṇe kad bhagāya
Why this complaint to Varuna, O Agni? And why to Heaven? for what is our transgression? How wilt thou speak to Earth and bounteous Mitra? What wilt thou say to Aryaman and Bhaga?
kad dhiṣṇyāsu vṛdhasāno agne kad vātāya pratavase śubhaṃye parijmane nāsatyāya kṣe bravaḥ kad agne rudrāya nṛghne
What, when thou blazest on the lesser altars, what to the mighty Wind who comes to bless us, True, circumambient? what to Earth, O Agni, what wilt thou say to man-destroying Rudra?
kathā mahe puṣṭimbharāya pūṣṇe kad rudrāya sumakhāya havirde kad viṣṇava urugāyāya reto bravaḥ kad agne śarave bṛhatyai
How to great Pushan who promotes our welfare,- to honoured Rudra what, who gives oblations? What sin of ours to the far-striding Vishnu, what, Agni, wilt thou tell the Lofty Arrow.
kathā śardhāya marutām ṛtāya kathā sūre bṛhate pṛcchyamānaḥ prati bravo 'ditaye turāya sādhā divo jātavedaś cikitvān
What wilt thou tell the truthful band of Maruts, how answer the great Sun when thou art questioned? Before the Free, before the Swift, defend us: fulfil heaven's work, all-knowing Jatavedas.
ṛtena ṛtaṃ niyatam īḍa ā gor āmā sacā madhumat pakvam agne kṛṣṇā satī ruśatā dhāsinaiṣā jāmaryeṇa payasā pīpāya
I crave the cow's true gift arranged by Order: though raw, she hath the sweet ripe juice, O Agni. Though she is black of hue with milk she teemeth, nutritious, brightly shining, all-sustaining.
ṛtena hi ṣmā vṛṣabhaś cid aktaḥ pumāṁ agniḥ payasā pṛṣṭhyena aspandamāno acarad vayodhā vṛṣā śukraṃ duduhe pṛśnir ūdhaḥ
Agni the Bull, the manly, hath been sprinkled with oil upon his back, by Law eternal. He who gives vital power goes on unswerving. Prisni the Bull hath milked the pure white udder.
ṛtenādriṃ vy asan bhidantaḥ sam aṅgiraso navanta gobhiḥ śunaṃ naraḥ pari ṣadann uṣāsam āviḥ svar abhavaj jāte agnau
By Law the Angirases cleft the rock asunder, and sang their hymns together with the cattle. Bringing great bliss the men encompassed Morning: light was apparent at the birth of Agni.
ṛtena devīr amṛtā amṛktā arṇobhir āpo madhumadbhir agne vājī na sargeṣu prastubhānaḥ pra sadam it sravitave dadhanyuḥ
By Law the Immortal Goddesses the Waters, with meath-rich waves, O Agni, and uninjured, Like a strong courser lauded in his running, sped to flow onward swiftly and for ever.
mā kasya yakṣaṃ sadam iddhuro gā mā veśasya praminato māpeḥ mā bhrātur agne anṛjor ṛṇaṃ ver mā sakhyur dakṣaṃ ripor bhujema
Go never to the feast of one who harms us, the treacherous neighbour or. unworthy kinsman. Punish us not for a false brother's trespass. Let us riot feel the might of friend or foeman.
rakṣā ṇo agne tava rakṣaṇebhī rārakṣāṇaḥ sumakha prīṇānaḥ prati ṣphura vi ruja vīḍv aṃho jahi rakṣo mahi cid vāvṛdhānam
O Agni, keep us safe with thy protection, loving us, honoured God! and ever guarding. Beat thou away, destroy severe affliction slay e'en the demon when he waxes mighty.
ebhir bhava sumanā agne arkair imān spṛśa manmabhiḥ śūra vājān uta brahmāṇy aṅgiro juṣasva saṃ te śastir devavātā jareta
Through these our songs of praise be gracious, Agni; moved by ourprayers, O Hero, touch our viands. Accept, O Angiras, these our devotions, and let the praise which Gods desire address thee.
etā viśvā viduṣe tubhyaṃ vedho nīthāny agne niṇyā vacāṃsi nivacanā kavaye kāvyāny aśaṃsiṣam matibhir vipra ukthaiḥ
To thee who knowest, Agni, thou Disposer, all these wise secret speeches have I uttered, Sung to thee, Sage, the charming words of wisdom, to thee, O Singer, with. my thoughts and Praises.