1. WITH thee,
O Agni, was this singer of the laud: he hath no other kinship, O thou Son of
Thou givest blessed shelter
with a triple guard. Keep the destructive lightning far away from us.
2 Thy birth
who seekest food is in the falling flood, Agni: as Comrade thou winnest all
Our coursers and our songs
shall be victorious: they of themselves advance like one who guards the herd.
3 And thou, O
Agni, thou of Godlike nature, sparest the stones, while caring up the
Then are thy tracks like
deserts in the corn-lands. Let us not stir to wrath thy mighty arrow.
4 O'er hills
through vales devouring as thou goest, thou partest like an army fain for booty
As when a barber shaves a
beard, thou shavest earth when the wind blows on thy flame and fans it.
5 Apparent are
his lines as he approaches the course is single, but the cars are many,
When, Agni, thou, making thine
arms resplendent, advancest o'er the land spread out beneath thee.
6 Now let thy
strength, thy burning flames fly upward, thine energies, O Agni, as thou
Gape widely, bend thee, waxing
in thy vigour: let all the Vasus sit this day beside thee.
7 This is the
waters' reservoir, the great abode of gathered streams.
Take thou another path than
this, and as thou listest walk thereon.
8 On thy way
hitherward and hence let flowery Durva grass spring up
Let there be lakes with lotus
blooms. These are the mansions of the flood.