RIG VEDA - THE FIRST BOOK
HYMN I. Agni.
1 I Laud Agni, the chosen Priest, God, minister of sacrifice, The hotar, lavishest of wealth. 2 Worthy is Agni to be praised by living as by ancient seers. He shall bring. hitherward the Gods. 3 Through Agni man obtaineth wealth, yea, plenty waxing day by day, Most rich in heroes, glorious. 4 Agni, the perfect sacrifice which thou encompassest about Verily goeth to the Gods. 5 May Agni, sapient-minded Priest, truthful, most gloriously great, The God, come hither with the Gods. 6 Whatever blessing, Agni, thou wilt grant unto thy worshipper, That, Angiras, is indeed thy truth. 7 To thee, dispeller of the night, O Agni, day by day with prayer Bringing thee reverence, we come 8 Ruler of sacrifices, guard of Law eternal, radiant One, Increasing in thine own abode. 9 Be to us easy of approach, even as a father to his son: Agni, be with us for our weal.
HYMN II. Vayu.
1 BEAUTIFUL Vayu, come, for thee these Soma drops have been prepared: Drink of them, hearken to our call. 2 Knowing the days, with Soma juice poured forth, the singers glorify Thee, Vayu, with their hymns of praise. 3 Vayu, thy penetrating stream goes forth unto the worshipper, Far-spreading for the Soma draught. 4 These, Indra-Vayu, have been shed; come for our offered dainties' sake: The drops are yearning for you both. 5 Well do ye mark libations, ye Vayu and Indra, rich in spoil So come ye swiftly hitherward. 6 Vayu and Indra, come to what the Soma. presser hath prepared: Soon, Heroes, thus I make my prayer. 7 Mitra, of holy strength, I call, and foe-destroying Varuna, Who make the oil-fed rite complete. 8 Mitra and Varuna, through Law, lovers and cherishers of Law, Have ye obtained your might power 9 Our Sages, Mitra-Varuna, wide dominion, strong by birth, Vouchsafe us strength that worketh well.
HYMN III. Asvins
1 YE Asvins, rich in treasure, Lords of splendour, having nimble hands, Accept the sacrificial food. 2 Ye Asvins, rich in wondrous deeds, ye heroes worthy of our praise, Accept our songs with mighty thought. 3 Nisatyas, wonder-workers, yours arc these libations with clipt grass: Come ye whose paths are red with flame.