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1. O Agni,
God, we kindle thee, refulgent, wasting not away,
That this more glorious
fuel may send forth for thee its shine to heaven. Bring food to those who sing
thy praise!
2. With
offerings of our own we choose thee, Agni, as our Hotar priest,
Piercing and brightly
shining-at your glad carouse-served with trimmed grass at sacrifice. Thou
waxest great.
3. O
heavenly Dawn, awaken us to ample opulence to-day,
Even as thou didst waken us
with Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high born! delightful with thy steeds!
4. Send us
a mind that brings delight, send energy and mental power.
Then-at your glad
carouse-let men joy in thy love, sweet juice! as kine in pasturage. Thou waxest
great,
5. Great,
as his nature is, through power, terrible, he hath waxed in strength,
Lord of bay steeds,
strong-jawed, sublime, he in joined hands for glory's sake hath grasped his
iron thunderbolt.
6. He,
Indra, verily will mount the powerful car that finds the kine,
Who thinks upon the
well-filled bowl, the tawny coursers' harnesser. Now, Indra, yoke thy two bay
steeds!
7. I think
of Agni who is kind, whom, as their home, the milch-kine seek:
Whom fleet-foot coursers
seek as home, and strong enduring steeds as home. Bring food to those who sing
thy praise!
8. No
peril, no severe distress, ye Gods, affects the mortal man
Whom Aryaman and Mitra
lead, and Varuna, of one accord, beyond his foes.
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