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1. Agni is wakened by the people's fuel to meet the Dawn
who cometh like a milch-cow.
Like young trees shooting up on high their branches, his flames. are
mounting to the vault of heaven.
2. Set forth the gleaming one, the song-inspirer, not
foolish with. the foolish, fort-destroyer,
Who leadeth with his hymns to thought of conquest, gold-bearded, richly
splendid with his armour
3. Thou art like heaven: one form is bright, one holy, like
Day and Night dissimilar in colour.
All magic powers thou aidest, self-dependent! Auspicious bethy bounty here,
O Pushan!
4. As holy food, Agni, to thine invoker give wealth in
cattle, lasting, rich in marvels!
To us be born a son and spreading offspring. Agni, be this thy gracious will
to us-ward!
5. Stablished to fill the juice with vital vigour, giver of
wealth, guard of his servant's body,
The great Priest, born, who knows the clouds, abider with men, is seated in
the waters' eddy.
6. Let the song, honouring the best, with longing honour
the Asura's most famous sovran,
The deeds of him the mighty, deeds like Indra's, the manly one in whom the
folk must triumph!
7. In the
two kindling-blocks lies Jatavedas like the well-cherished germ in pregnant
women, - -
Agni who day by day must be
entreated by men who watch provided with oblations.
8. Agni,
from days of old thou slayest demons: never shall Rakshasas in fight o'ercome
thee.
Burn up the foolish ones,
raw flesh devourers: let none of them escape thine heavenly arrow!
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