Rig Veda 6.2

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Thou, Agni, even as Mitra, hast a princely glory of thine own. Thou, active Vasu, makest fame increase like full prosperity.

tvāṃ hi ṣmā carṣaṇayo yajñebhir gīrbhir īﾱate tvāṃ vājī yāty avṛko rajastūr viśvacarṣaṇiḥ

For, verily, men pray to thee with sacrifices and with songs. To thee the Friendly Courser, seen of all, comes speeding through the air.

sajoṣas tvā divo naro yajñasya ketum indhate yad dha sya mānuṣo janaḥ sumnāyur juhve adhvare

Of one accord men kindle thee Heaven's signal of the sacrifice, When, craving bliss, this race of man invites thee to the solemn rite.

ṛdhad yas te sudānave dhiyā martaḥ śaśamate ūtī ṣa bṛhato divo dviṣo aṃho na tarati

Let the man thrive who travails sore, in prayer, far thee the Bountiful. He with the help of lofty Dyaus comes safe through straits of enmity.

samidhā yas ta āhutiṃ niśitim martyo naśat vayāvantaṃ sa puṣyati kṣayam agne śatāyuṣam

The mortal who with fuel lights thy flame and offers unto thee, Supports a house with many a branch, Agni, to live a hundred years.

tveṣas te dhūma ṛṇvati divi ṣañ chukra ātataḥ sūro na hi dyutā tvaṃ kṛpā pāvaka rocase

Thy bright smoke lifts itself aloft, and far-extended shines in heaven. For, Purifier! like the Sun thou beamest with thy radiant glow.

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For in men's houses thou must be glorified as a well-loved guest, Gay like an elder in a fort, claiming protection like a son.

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Thou, Agni, like an able steed, art urged by wisdom in the wood. Thou art like wind; food, home art thou, like a young horse that runs astray.

tvaṃ tyā cid acyutāgne paśur na yavase dhāmā ha yat te ajara vanā vṛścanti śikvasaḥ

E'en things imperishable, thou, O Agni, like a gazing ox, Eatest, when hosts, Eternal One! of thee the Mighty rend the woods.

veṣi hy adhvarīyatām agne hotā dame viśām samṛdho viśpate kṛṇu juṣasva havyam aṅgiraḥ

Agni, thou enterest as Priest the home of men who sacrifice. Lord of the people, prosper them. Accept the ofrering, Angiras!

acchā no mitramaho deva devān agne vocaḥ sumatiṃ rodasyoḥ vīhi svastiṃ sukṣitiṃ divo nṝn dviṣo aṃhāṃsi duritā tarema tā tarema tavāvasā tarema

O Agni, God with Mitra's might, call hither the favour of the Gods from earth and heaven. Bring weal from heaven, that men may dwell securely. May we o'ercome the foe's malign oppressions, may we o'ercome them, through thy help o'ercome them.