Rig Veda
taṃ gūrdhayā svarṇaraṃ devāso devam aratiṃ dadhanvire devatrā havyam ohire
Sing praise to him, the Lord of Light. The Gods have made the God to be their messenger, And sent oblation to Gods.
vibhūtarātiṃ vipra citraśociṣam agnim īﾱiṣva yanturam asya medhasya somyasya sobhare prem adhvarāya pūrvyam
Agni, the Bounteous Giver, bright with varied flames, laud thou, O singer Sobhari- Him who controls this sacred food with Soma blent, who hath first claim to sacrifice.
yajiṣṭhaṃ tvā vavṛmahe devaṃ devatrā hotāram amartyam asya yajñasya sukratum
Thee have we chosen skill fullest in sacrifice, Immortal Priest among the Gods, Wise finisher of this holy rite:
ūrjo napātaṃ subhagaṃ sudīditim agniṃ śreṣṭhaśociṣam sa no mitrasya varuṇasya so apām ā sumnaṃ yakṣate divi
The Son of Strength, the blessed, brightly shining One, Agni whose light is excellent. May be by sacrifice win us in heaven the grace of Mitra, Varuna, and the Floods.
yaḥ samidhā ya āhutī yo vedena dadāśa marto agnaye yo namasā svadhvaraḥ
The mortal who hath ministered to Agni with oblation, fuel, ritual lore, And reverence, skilled in sacrifice.
tasyed arvanto raṃhayanta āśavas tasya dyumnitamaṃ yaśaḥ na tam aṃho devakṛtaṃ kutaścana na martyakṛtaṃ naśat
Verily swift to run are his fleet-footed steeds, and most resplendent fame is his. No trouble caused by Gods or wrought by mortal man from any side o'ertaketh him.
svagnayo vo agnibhiḥ syāma sūno sahasa ūrjām pate suvīras tvam asmayuḥ
May we by thine own fires be well supplied with fire, O Son of Strength, O Lord of Might: Thou as our Friend hast worthy men.
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Agni, who praises like a guest of friendly mind, is as a car that brings us gear. Also in thee is found perfect security thou art the Sovran Lord of wealth.
so addhā dāśvadhvaro 'gne martaḥ subhaga sa praśaṃsyaḥ sa dhībhir astu sanitā
That man, moreover, merits praise who brings, auspicious Agni, sacrificial gifts May he win riches by his thoughts.
yasya tvam ūrdhvo adhvarāya tiṣṭhasi kṣayadvīraḥ sa sādhate so arvadbhiḥ sanitā sa vipanyubhiḥ sa śūraiḥ sanitā kṛtam
He for whose sacrifice thou standest up erect is prosperous and rules o'er men. He wins with coursers and with singers killed in song: with heroes he obtains the prize.
yasyāgnir vapur gṛhe stomaṃ cano dadhīta viśvavāryaḥ havyā vā veviṣad viṣaḥ
He in whose dwelling Agni is chief ornament, and, all-desired, loves his laud well, And zealously tends his offerings-
viprasya vā stuvataḥ sahaso yaho makṣūtamasya rātiṣu avodevam uparimartyaṃ kṛdhi vaso vividuṣo vacaḥ
His, or the lauding sage's word, his, Son of Strength! who Is most prompt with sacred gifts, Set thou beneath the Gods, Vasu, above mankind, the speech of the intelligent.
yo agniṃ havyadātibhir namobhir vā sudakṣam āvivāsati girā vājiraśociṣam
He who with sacrificial gifts or homage bringeth very skilful Agni nigh, Or him who flashes fast with song,
samidhā yo niśitī dāśad aditiṃ dhāmabhir asya martyaḥ viśvet sa dhībhiḥ subhago janāṁ ati dyumnair udna iva tāriṣat
The mortal who with blazing fuel, as his laws command, adores the Perfect God, Blest with his thoughts in splendour shall exceed all men, as though he overpassed the floods.
tad agne dyumnam ā bhara yat sāsahat sadane kaṃcid atriṇam manyuṃ janasya dūḍhyaḥ
Give us the splendour, Agni, which may overcome each greedy fiend in our abode, The wrath of evil-hearted folk.
yena caṣṭe varuṇo mitro aryamā yena nāsatyā bhagaḥ vayaṃ tat te śavasā gātuvittamā indra tvotā vidhemahi
That, wherewith Mitra, Varuna, and Aryaman, the Asvins, Bhaga give us light, That may we, by thy power finding best furtherance, worship, O Indra, helped by thee.
te ghed agne svādhyo ye tvā vipra nidadhire nṛcakṣasam viprāso deva sukratum
O Agni, most devout are they, the sages who have set thee Sage exceeding wise, O God, for men to look upon:
ta id vediṃ subhaga ta āhutiṃ te sotuṃ cakrire divi ta id vājebhir jigyur mahad dhanaṃ ye tve kāmaṃ nyerire
Who have arranged thine altar Blessed God, at morn brought thine oblation, pressed the juice. They by their deeds of strength have won diem, mighty wealth, who have set all their hope in thee.
bhadro no agnir āhuto bhadrā rātiḥ subhaga bhadro adhvaraḥ bhadrā uta praśastayaḥ
May Agni worshipped bring us bliss, may the gift, Blessed One, and sacrifice bring bliss; Yea, may our praises bring us bliss.
bhadram manaḥ kṛṇuṣva vṛtratūrye yenā samatsu sāsahaḥ ava sthirā tanuhi bhūri śardhatāṃ vanemā te abhiṣṭibhiḥ
Show forth the mind that brings success in war with fiends, wherewith thou conquerest in fight. Bring down the many firm hopes of our enemies, and let us vanquish with thine aid.
īﾱe girā manurhitaṃ yaṃ devā dūtam aratiṃ nyerire yajiṣṭhaṃ havyavāhanam
I praise with song the Friend of man, whom Gods sent down to be herald and messenger, Best worshipper, bearer of our gifts.
tigmajambhāya taruṇāya rājate prayo gāyasy agnaye yaḥ piṃśate sūnṛtābhiḥ suvīryam agnir ghṛtebhir āhutaḥ
Thou unto sharp-toothed Agni, Young and Radiant God, proclaimest with thy song the feast- Agni, who for our sweet strains moulds heroic strength when sacred oil is offered him,
yadī ghṛtebhir āhuto vāśīm agnir bharata uc cāva ca asura iva nirṇijam
While, served with sacrificial oil, now upward and now downward Agni moves his sword, As doth the Asura his robe.
yo havyāny airayatā manurhito deva āsā sugandhinā vivāsate vāryāṇi svadhvaro hotā devo amartyaḥ
The God, the Friend of man, who bears our gifts to heaven, the God with his sweet-smelling mouth, Distributes, skilled in sacrifice, his precious things, Invoking Priest, Immortal God.
yad agne martyas tvaṃ syām aham mitramaho amartyaḥ sahasaḥ sūnav āhuta
Son of Strength, Agni, if thou wert the mortal, bright as Mitra, I worshipped with our gifts! And I were the Immortal God
na tvā rāsīyābhiśastaye vaso na pāpatvāya santya na me stotāmatīvā na durhitaḥ syād agne na pāpayā
I would not give thee up, Vasu, to calumny, or misery, O Bounteous One. My worshipper should feel no hunger or distress, nor, Agni, should he live in sin.
pitur na putraḥ subhṛto duroṇa ā devāṃ etu pra ṇo haviḥ
Like a son cherished in his father's house, Let our oblation rise unto the Gods.
tavāham agna ūtibhir nediṣṭhābhiḥ saceya joṣam ā vaso sadā devasya martyaḥ
With thine immediate aid may I, excellent Agni, ever gain my wish A mortal with a God to help.
tava kratvā saneyaṃ tava rātibhir agne tava praśastibhiḥ tvām id āhuḥ pramatiṃ vaso mamāgne harṣasva dātave
O Agni, by thy wisdom, by thy bounties, by thy leading may I gather wealth. Excellent Agni, thou art called my Providence: delight thou to be liberal.
pra so agne tavotibhiḥ suvīrābhis tirate vājabharmabhiḥ yasya tvaṃ sakhyam āvaraḥ
Agni, he conquers by thine aid that brings him store of noble heroes and great strength, Whose bond of friendship is thy choice.
tava drapso nīlavān vāśa ṛtviya indhānaḥ siṣṇav ā dade tvam mahīnām uṣasām asi priyaḥ kṣapo vastuṣu rājasi
Thy spark is black and crackling, kindled in due time, O Bounteous, it is taken up. Thou art the dear Friend of the mighty Mornings: thou shinest in glimmerings of the night.
tam āganma sobharayaḥ sahasramuṣkaṃ svabhiṣṭim avase samrājaṃ trāsadasyavam
We Sobharis have come to him, for succour, who is good to help with thousand powers, The Sovran, Trasadasyu's Friend.
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O Agni, thou on whom all other fires depend, as branches on the parent stem, I make the treasures of the folk, like songs, mine own, while I exalt thy sovran might.
yam ādityāso adruhaḥ pāraṃ nayatha martyam maghonāṃ viśveṣāṃ sudānavaḥ
The mortal whom, Adityas, ye, Guilelew, lead to the farther bank Of all the princes, Bounteous Ones
yūyaṃ rājānaḥ kaṃcic carṣaṇīsahaḥ kṣayantam mānuṣāṁ anu vayaṃ te vo varuṇa mitrāryaman syāmed ṛtasya rathyaḥ
Whoe'er he be, Man-ruling Kings! the Regent of the race of men- May we, O Mitra, Varuna, and Aryaman, like him be furtherers of your law.
adān me paurukutsyaḥ pañcāśataṃ trasadasyur vadhūnām maṃhiṣṭho aryaḥ satpatiḥ
A gift of fifty female slaves hath Trasadasyu given me, Purukutsa's son, Most liberal, kind, lord of the brave.
uta me prayiyor vayiyoḥ suvāstvā adhi tugvani tisṝṇāṃ saptatīnāṃ śyāvaḥ praṇetā bhuvad vasur diyānām patiḥ
And Syava too for me led forth a strong steed at Suvastu's ford: A herd of three times seventy kine, good lord of gifts, he gave to me.