Agni, the Bounteous Giver, bright with varied flames, laud thou, O singer Sobhari- Him who controls this sacred food with Soma blent, who hath first claim to sacrifice.
ऊर्जो नपातं सुभगं सुदीदितिम् अग्निं श्रेष्ठशोचिषम् । स नो मित्रस्य वरुणस्य सो अपाम् आ सुम्नं यक्षते दिवि ॥
ūrjo napātaṃ subhagaṃ sudīditim agniṃ śreṣṭhaśociṣam | sa no mitrasya varuṇasya so apām ā sumnaṃ yakṣate divi ||
The Son of Strength, the blessed, brightly shining One, Agni whose light is excellent. May be by sacrifice win us in heaven the grace of Mitra, Varuna, and the Floods.
तस्येद् अर्वन्तो रंहयन्त आशवस् तस्य द्युम्नितमं यशः । न तम् अंहो देवकृतं कुतश् चन न मर्त्यकृतं नशत् ॥
tasyed arvanto raṃhayanta āśavas tasya dyumnitamaṃ yaśaḥ | na tam aṃho devakṛtaṃ kutaś cana na martyakṛtaṃ naśat ||
Verily swift to run are his fleet-footed steeds, and most resplendent fame is his. No trouble caused by Gods or wrought by mortal man from any side o'ertaketh him.
प्रशंसमानो अतिथिर् न मित्रियो ऽग्नी रथो न वेद्यः । त्वे क्षेमासो अपि सन्ति साधवस् त्वं राजा रयीणाम् ॥
praśaṃsamāno atithir na mitriyo 'gnī ratho na vedyaḥ | tve kṣemāso api santi sādhavas tvaṃ rājā rayīṇām ||
Agni, who praises like a guest of friendly mind, is as a car that brings us gear. Also in thee is found perfect security thou art the Sovran Lord of wealth.
यस्य त्वम् ऊर्ध्वो अध्वराय तिष्ठसि क्षयद्वीरः स साधते । सो अर्वद्भिः सनिता स विपन्युभिः स शूरैः सनिता कृतम् ॥
yasya tvam ūrdhvo adhvarāya tiṣṭhasi kṣayadvīraḥ sa sādhate | so arvadbhiḥ sanitā sa vipanyubhiḥ sa śūraiḥ sanitā kṛtam ||
He for whose sacrifice thou standest up erect is prosperous and rules o'er men. He wins with coursers and with singers killed in song: with heroes he obtains the prize.
His, or the lauding sage's word, his, Son of Strength! who Is most prompt with sacred gifts, Set thou beneath the Gods, Vasu, above mankind, the speech of the intelligent.
समिधा यो निशिती दाशद् अदितिं धामभिर् अस्य मर्त्यः । विश्वेत् स धीभिः सुभगो जनां अति द्युम्नैर् उद्न इव तारिषत् ॥
samidhā yo niśitī dāśad aditiṃ dhāmabhir asya martyaḥ | viśvet sa dhībhiḥ subhago janāṃ ati dyumnair udna iva tāriṣat ||
The mortal who with blazing fuel, as his laws command, adores the Perfect God, Blest with his thoughts in splendour shall exceed all men, as though he overpassed the floods.
yena caṣṭe varuṇo mitro aryamā yena nāsatyā bhagaḥ | vayaṃ tat te śavasā gātuvittamā indratvotā vidhemahi ||
That, wherewith Mitra, Varuna, and Aryaman, the Asvins, Bhaga give us light, That may we, by thy power finding best furtherance, worship, O Indra, helped by thee.
त इद् वेदिं सुभग त आहुतिं ते सोतुं चक्रिरे दिवि । त इद् वाजेभिर् जिग्युर् महद् धनं ये त्वे कामं न्येरिरे ॥
ta id vediṃ subhaga ta āhutiṃ te sotuṃ cakrire divi | ta id vājebhir jigyur mahad dhanaṃ ye tve kāmaṃ nyerire ||
Who have arranged thine altar Blessed God, at morn brought thine oblation, pressed the juice. They by their deeds of strength have won diem, mighty wealth, who have set all their hope in thee.
bhadram manaḥ kṛṇuṣva vṛtratūrye yenā samatsu sāsahaḥ | ava sthirā tanuhi bhūri śardhatāṃ vanemā te abhiṣṭibhiḥ ||
Show forth the mind that brings success in war with fiends, wherewith thou conquerest in fight. Bring down the many firm hopes of our enemies, and let us vanquish with thine aid.
Thou unto sharp-toothed Agni, Young and Radiant God, proclaimest with thy song the feast- Agni, who for our sweet strains moulds heroic strength when sacred oil is offered him,
यो हव्यान्य् ऐरयता मनुर्हितो देव आसा सुगन्धिना । विवासते वार्याणि स्वध्वरो होता देवो अमर्त्यः ॥
yo havyāny airayatā manurhito deva āsā sugandhinā | vivāsate vāryāṇi svadhvaro hotā devo amartyaḥ ||
The God, the Friend of man, who bears our gifts to heaven, the God with his sweet-smelling mouth, Distributes, skilled in sacrifice, his precious things, Invoking Priest, Immortal God.
न त्वा रासीयाभिशस्तये वसो न पापत्वाय सन्त्य । न मे स्तोतामतीवा न दुर्हितः स्याद् अग्ने न पापया ॥
na tvā rāsīyābhiśastaye vaso na pāpatvāya santya | na me stotāmatīvā na durhitaḥ syād agne na pāpayā ||
I would not give thee up, Vasu, to calumny, or misery, O Bounteous One. My worshipper should feel no hunger or distress, nor, Agni, should he live in sin.
Thy spark is black and crackling, kindled in due time, O Bounteous, it is taken up. Thou art the dear Friend of the mighty Mornings: thou shinest in glimmerings of the night.
यस्य ते अग्ने अन्ये अग्नय उपक्षितो वया इव । विपो न द्युम्ना नि युवे जनानां तव क्षत्राणि वर्धयन् ॥
yasya te agne anye agnaya upakṣito vayā iva | vipo na dyumnā ni yuve janānāṃ tava kṣatrāṇi vardhayan ||
O Agni, thou on whom all other fires depend, as branches on the parent stem, I make the treasures of the folk, like songs, mine own, while I exalt thy sovran might.