Book, Hymn, Verse

 1    1,  164, 32|                     32 He who hath made him cloth
 2    6,   16, 32|                     32 Drive from us with thy tongue,
 3    6,   45, 32|                     32 He whose good bounty, thousandfold,
 4    8,    1, 32|                     32 May he who gave me two brown
 5    8,    2, 32|                     32 Vrtra he slays with his
 6    8,    5, 32|                     32 With splendour, riches,
 7    8,    6, 32|                     32 Accept this eulogy of mine,
 8    8,    7, 32|                     32 The Kanvas sing forth Agni'
 9    8,   12, 32|                     32 When in thine own dear dwelling
10    8,   13, 32|                     32 Strong is the press-stone,
11    8,   19, 32|                     32 We Sobharis have come to
12    8,   43, 32|                     32 So thou, O Agni rich in
13    8,   45, 32|                     32 But little hath been heard
14    8,   46, 32|                     32 A hundred has the sage received,
15    8,   81, 32|                     32 With thee to help us, Indra,
16    8,   82, 32|                     32 Known as best Vrtra-slayer
17    9,   67, 32|                     32 Whoever reads the essence
18    9,   86, 32|                     32 He hath assumed the rays
19    9,   97, 32|                     32 Bright, bellowing aiong
20   10,   85, 32|                     32 Let not the highway thieves