Rig Veda 8.74

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Exerting all our strength with thoughts of power we glorify in speech Agni your dear familiar Friend, the darling Guest in every home.

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Whom, served with sacrificial oil like Mitra, men presenting gifts Eulogize with their songs of praise

panyāṃsaṃ jātavedasaṃ yo devatāty udyatā havyāny airayad divi

Much-lauded Jatavedas, him who bears oblations up to heaven Prepared in service of the Gods.

āganma vṛtrahantamaṃ jyeṣṭham agnim ānavam yasya śrutarvā bṛhann ārkṣo anīka edhate

To noblest Agni, Friend of man, best Vritra-slayer, are we come, Him in whose presence Riksha's son, mighty Srutarvan, waxes great;

amṛtaṃ jātavedasaṃ tiras tamāṃsi darśatam ghṛtāhavanam īḍyam

To deathless Jatavedas, meet for praise, adored, with sacred oil, Visible through the gloom of night

sabādho yaṃ janā ime 'gniṃ havyebhir īﾱate juhvānāso yatasrucaḥ

Even Agni whom these priestly men worship with sacrificial gifts, With lifted ladles offering them.

iyaṃ te navyasī matir agne adhāyy asmad ā mandra sujāta sukrato 'mūra dasmātithe

O Agni, this our newest hymn hath been addressed from us to thee, O cheerful Guest, well-born, most wise, worker of wonders, ne'er deceived.

sā te agne śantamā caniṣṭhā bhavatu priyā tayā vardhasva suṣṭutaḥ

Agni, may it be dear to thee, most grateful, and exceeding sweet: Grow mightier, eulogized therewith.

sā dyumnair dyumninī bṛhad upopa śravasi śravaḥ dadhīta vṛtratūrye

Splendid with splendours may it be, and in the battle with the foe Add loftier glory to thy fame.

aśvam id gāṃ rathaprāṃ tveṣam indraṃ na satpatim yasya śravāṃsi tūrvatha panyaṃ panyaṃ ca kṛṣṭayaḥ

Steed, cow, a lord of heroes, bright like Indra, who shall fill the car. Whose high renown ye celebrate, and people praise each glorious deed.

yaṃ tvā gopavano girā caniṣṭhad agne aṅgiraḥ sa pāvaka śrudhī havam

Thou whom Gopavana made glad with song, O Agni Angiras, Hear this my call, thou Holy One.

yaṃ tvā janāsa īﾱate sabādho vājasātaye sa bodhi vṛtratūrye

Thou whom the priestly folk implore to aid the gathering of the spoil, Such be thou in the fight with foes.

ahaṃ huvāna ārkṣe śrutarvaṇi madacyuti śardhāṃsīva stukāvinām mṛkṣā śīrṣā caturṇām

I, called to him who reels with joy, Srutarvan, Riksha's son, shall stroke The heads of four presented steeds, like the long wool of fleecy rams.

māṃ catvāra āśavaḥ śaviṣṭhasya dravitnavaḥ surathāso abhi prayo vakṣan vayo na tugryam

Four coursers with a splendid car, Savistha's horses, fleet of foot, Shall bring me to the sacred feast, as flying steeds brought Tugra's son.

satyam it tvā mahenadi paruṣṇy ava dediśam nem āpo aśvadātaraḥ śaviṣṭhād asti martyaḥ

The very truth do I declare to thee, Parushni, mighty flood. Waters! no man is there who gives more horses than Savistha gives.