Book, Hymn, Verse

1    1,  113, 17|   web the priest, the poet rises.~Shine then to-day, rich
2    1,  141, 4 |  to us, amid the plants he rises hungry, wondrously.~As both
3    3,    8, 5 |             5 Sprung up he rises in the days' fair weather,
4    4,    6, 3 | right he circles.~Eager he rises like the new-wrought pillar
5    4,    6, 4 | Agni kindled, the Adhvaryu rises to, his task rej o cing.~
6    7,   55, 7 | hath a thousand horns, who rises up from out the sea, -~By
7   10,    4, 5 |                       5 He rises ever fresh in ancient fuel:
8   10,   88, 6 |     at morn springs up and rises.~Then to his task goes the