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THE other fires are, verily, thy branches; the Immortals all rejoice in thee, O
Agni.
Centre art
thou, Vaigvdnara, of the people, sustaining men like a deep-founded pillar.
2
The forehead of the sky, earth's centre, Agni became the messenger of earth and
heaven.
Vaisvanara,
the Deities produced thee, a God, to be a light unto the Arya.
3
As in the Sun firm rays are set for ever, treasures are in Vaisvanara, in Agni.
Of all the
riches in the hills, the waters, the herbs, among mankind, thou art the Sovran.
4
As the great World-halves, so are their Son's praises; skilled, as a man, to
act, is he the Herald.
Vaisvanara,
celestial, truly mighty, most manly One, hath many a youthful consort.
5
Even the lofty heaven, O Jatavedas Vaisvanara, hath not attained thy greatness.
Thou art
the King of lands where men are settled, thou hast brought comfort to the Gods
in battle.
6
Now will I tell the greatness of the Hero whom Prarti's sons follow as Vrtra's
slayer:
Agni
Vaisvanara struck down the Dasyu, cleave Sambara through and shattered down his
fences.
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Vaisvanara, dwelling by his might with all men, far-shining, holy mid the
Bharadvajas,
Is lauded, excellent,
with hundred praises by Purunitha, son of Satavani.
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