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1. I LAUD with
newest songs the Righteous People, Mitra and Varuna who make us happy.
Let them approach, here let
them listen,Agni, Varuna, Mitra, Lords of fair dominion.
2 Him, to be
praised at each tribe's sacrifices, the Two young Matrons' sober-minded Herald,
The Son of Strength, the Child
of Heaven, the signal of sacrifice, red Agni will I worship.
3 Unlike in
form are the Red God's two Daughters: one is the Sun's, and stars bedeck the
other.
Apart, the Sanctifiers, in
succession, come to the famed hymn, praised in holy verses.
4 I with a
lofty song call hither Vayu, all-bounteous, filler of his car, most wealthy.
Thou, Sage, with bright path,
Lord of harnessed horses, impetuous, promptly honourest the prudent.
5 That chariot
of the Asvins, fair to look on, pleaseth me well, yoked with a thought,
refulgent,
Wherewith, Nasatyas, Chiefs, ye
seek our dwelling, to give new strength to us and to our children.
6 Bulls of the
Earth, O Vata and Parjanya, stir up for us the regions of the water.
Hearers of truth, ye, Sages,
World-Supporters, increase his living wealth whose songs delight you.
7 So may
Sarasvati, the Hero's Consort, brisk with rare life, the lightning's Child,
inspire us,
And, with the Dames accordant,
give the singer a refuge unassailable and flawless.
8 I praise
with eloquence him who guards all pathways. He, when his love impelled him,
went to Arka.
May he vouchsafe us gear with
gold to grace it: may Pusan make each prayer of ours efective.
9 May Herald
Agni, fulgent, bring for worship Tvastar adored, in homes and swift to listen,
Glorious, first to share, the
life-bestower, the ever active God, fair-armed, fair-handed.
10 Rudra by
day, Rudra at night we honour with these our songs, the Universe's Father.
Him great and lofty, blissful,
undecaying let us call specially as the Sage impels us.
11 Ye who are
youthful, wise, and meet for worship, come, Martits, to the longing of the
singer.
Coming, as erst to Angiras, O
Heroes, ye animate and quicken e'en the desert.
12 Even as the
herdsman driveth home his cattle, I urge my songs to him the strong swift Hero
May he, the glorious, lay upon
his body the singer's hymns, as stars bedeck the heaven.
13 He who for man's
behoof in his afiliction thrice measured out the earthly regions, Visnu -
When one so great as thou
affordeth shelter, may we with wealth and with ourselves be happy.
14 Sweet be
this song of mine to Ahibudhnya, Parvata, Savitar, with Floods and Lightnings;
Sweet, with the Plants, to Gods
who seek oblations. May liberal Bhaga speed us on to riches.
15 Give riches
borne on cars, with many heroes, contenting men, the guard of mighty Order.
Give us a lasting home that we
may battle with godless bands of men who fight against us, and meet with tribes
to whom the Gods are gracious.
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