[01-000] RIG VEDA - BOOK THE FIRST
[01-001] 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 aboutVerily 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 prayerBringing thee reverence, we come8 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.
[01-002] 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 glorifyThee, 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 spoilSo 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 power9 Our Sages, Mitra-Varuna, wide dominion, strong by birth,Vouchsafe us strength that worketh well.
[01-003] 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.