Rig Veda
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Sing to your Agni with each song, at every sacrifice, for strength. Come, let us praise the Wise and Everlasting God, even as a well-beloved Friend,
ūrjo napātaṃ sa hināyam asmayur dāśema havyadātaye bhuvad vājeṣv avitā bhuvad vṛdha uta trātā tanūnām
The Son of Strength; for is he not our gracious Lord? Let us serve him who bears our gifts. In battle may he be our help and strengthener, yea, be the saviour of our lives.
vṛṣā hy agne ajaro mahān vibhāsy arciṣā ajasreṇa śociṣā śośucacchuce sudītibhiḥ su dīdihi
Agni, thou beamest forth with light, great Hero, never changed by time. Shining, pure Agni! with a light that never fades, beam with thy fair beams brilliantly.
maho devān yajasi yakṣy ānuṣak tava kratvota daṃsanā arvācaḥ sīṃ kṛṇuhy agne 'vase rāsva vājota vaṃsva
Thou worshippest great Gods: bring them without delay by wisdom and thy wondrous power. O Agni, make them turn hither to succour us. Give strength, and win it for thyself.
yam āpo adrayo vanā garbham ṛtasya piprati sahasā yo mathito jāyate nṛbhiḥ pṛthivyā adhi sānavi
He whom floods, stones, and trees support, the offspring of eternal Law; He who when rubbed with force is brought to life by men upon the lofty height of earth;
ā yaḥ paprau bhānunā rodasī ubhe dhūmena dhāvate divi tiras tamo dadṛśa ūrmyāsv ā śyāvāsv aruṣo vṛṣā śyāvā aruṣo vṛṣā
He who hath filled both worlds fult with his brilliant shine, who hastens with his smoke to heaven; He made himself apparent through the gloom by night, the Red Bull in the darksome nights, the Red Bull in the darksome nights.
bṛhadbhir agne arcibhiḥ śukreṇa deva śociṣā bharadvāje samidhāno yaviṣṭhya revan naḥ śukra dīdihi dyumat pāvaka dīdihi
O Agni, with thy lofty beams, with thy pure brilliancy, O God, Kindled, Most Youthful One! by Bharadvaja's hand, shine on us, O pure God, with wealth, shine, Purifier! splendidly.
viśvāsāṃ gṛhapatir viśām asi tvam agne mānuṣīṇām śatam pūrbhir yaviṣṭha pāhy aṃhasaḥ sameddhāraṃ śataṃ himā stotṛbhyo ye ca dadati
Thou art the Lord of house and home of all the tribes, O Agni, of all tribes of men. Guard with a hundred forts thy kindler from distress, through hundred winters, Youngest God! and those who make thy singers rich.
tvaṃ naś citra ūtyā vaso rādhāṃsi codaya asya rāyas tvam agne rathīr asi vidā gādhaṃ tuce tu naḥ
Wonderful, with thy favouring help, send us thy bounties, gracious Lord. Thou art the Charioteer, Agni, of earthly wealth: find rest and safety for our seed.
parṣi tokaṃ tanayam partṛbhiṣ ṭvam adabdhair aprayutvabhiḥ agne heﾱāṃsi daivyā yuyodhi no 'devāni hvarāṃsi ca
With guards unfailing never negligent speed thou our children and our progeny. Keep far from us, O Agni, all celestial wrath and wickedness of godless men.
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Hither, O friends, with newest song drive her who freely pours her milk; Loose her who never turns away;
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Who, for the host of Maruts bright with native sheen, hath shed immortal fame like milk; Whom the impetuous Maruts look upon with love, who moves in splendour on their ways.
bharadvājāyāva dhukṣata dvitā dhenuṃ ca viśvadohasam iṣaṃ ca viśvabhojasam
For Bharadvaja she poured down in days of old The milch-cow yielding milk for all, and food that gives all nourishment.
taṃ va indraṃ na sukratuṃ varuṇam iva māyinam aryamaṇaṃ na mandraṃ sṛprabhojasaṃ viṣṇuṃ na stuṣa ādiśe
Your friend like Indra passing wise, with magic power like Varuna. Like Aryaman joy-giving, bringing plenteous food like Vishnu for my wish, I praise,
tveṣaṃ śardho na mārutaṃ tuviṣvaṇy anarvāṇam pūṣaṇaṃ saṃ yathā śatā saṃ sahasrā kāriṣac carṣaṇibhya āṃ āvir gūﾱhā vasū karat suvedā no vasū karat
Bright as the host of Maruts mighty in their roar. May they bring Pushan free from foes; May they bring hither hundreds, thousands for our men: may they bring hidden stores to light, and make wealth easy to be found.
ā mā pūṣann upa drava śaṃsiṣaṃ nu te apikarṇa āghṛṇe aghā aryo arātayaḥ
Haste to me, Pushan, in thine car, bright Deity: I fain would speak: Most sinful is our foeman's hate.
mā kākambīram ud vṛho vanaspatim aśastīr vi hi nīnaśaḥ mota sūro aha evā cana grīvā ādadhate veḥ
Tear not up by the roots the Kakambira tree: destroy thou all malignity. Let them not snare by day the neck of that Celestial Bird the Sun.
dṛter iva te 'vṛkam astu sakhyam acchidrasya dadhanvataḥ supūrṇasya dadhanvataḥ
Uninjured let thy friendship be, like the smooth surface of a skin, A flawless skin, containing curds, full to the mouth, containing curds.
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For thou art high above mankind, in glory equal to the Gods. Therefore, O Pushan, look upon us in the fight: now help us as in days of old.
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May the kind excellence of him the Kind, loud Roarers! be our guide, Be it the God's, O Maruts, or a mortal man's who worships, ye impetuous Ones!
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They whose high glory in a moment like the God, the Sun, goes round the space of heaven, The Maruts have obtained bright strength, a sacred name, strength that destroys the Vritras, strength Vritra-destroying excellent.
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Once, only once, the heaven was made, once only once, the earth was formed- Once, only Prisni's milk was shed: no second, after this, is born.