I Agni

I Agni

1Agni, well kindled bring the Gods for him who offers holy gifts;

And worship them, pure Hotar-priest!

2O Sage, Tanunapat, present our sacrifice to Gods to-day,

Sweet to the taste, that they may help!

3Dear Narasansa, sweet of tongue, presenter of oblations, I

Invoke to this our sacrifice.

4Agni, on thy most easy car, entreated, hither bring the Gods!

Manus-appointed Priest art thou.

II Adityas

II Adityas

1So when the Sun hath risen to-day may sinless Mitra, Aryaman, Bhaga, and Savitar send us forth!

2May this our home be guarded well: forward, ye bounteous, on the way, Who bear us safely o’er distress!

3Yea, Aditi, and those great Kings whose statute is inviolate, Are sovrans of a vast domain.

III Indra

III Indra

1Let Soma juices make thee glad! Display thy bounty, Thunderer:

Drive off the enemies of prayer!

2Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts! mighty art thou:

There is not one to equal thee.

3Thou art the Lord of Somas pressed, Somas unpressed are also thine:

Thou art the Sovran of the folk.

IV Soma Pavamana

IV Soma Pavamana

1True object of our hymns, Sage, watchful Soma hath settled in the press as they refine him.

Him the Adhvaryus, paired and eager, follow, leaders of sacrifice and skilful-handed.

2He, purified and bringing gifts to Surya, hath filled full heaven and earth, and hath disclosed them.

He by whose dear help heroes gain their wishes will yield the precious meed as to a victor.

3He, being cleansed, the strengthener and increaser, bountiful Soma helped us his lustre,

Wherein our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and sought the kine within the mountain.

V Indra

V Indra

1Glorify naught besides, O friends, so shall no sorrow trouble you!

Praise only mighty Indra, when the juice is shed, and say your lauds repeatedly!

2Even him, the swift one, like a bull who rushes down men’s conqueror, bounteous like a cow;

Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent.

VI Indra

VI Indra

1These songs of our exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise ascend to thee,

Like ever-conquering chariots that display their strength, gain wealth and give unfailing help.

2The Bhrigus are like suns, like Kanvas, and have gained each thing whereon their thought was bent.

The living men of Priyamedha’s race have sun g exalting Indra with their lauds.

VII Soma Pavamana

VII Soma Pavamana

1Run forth to battle conquering the Vritras! thou Speedest to quell the foe like one exacting debts.

2Thou Pavamana, didst beget the Sun with might, and rain in the supporting sky,

Hasting to us with plenty vivified with milk.

3For, Soma, we rejoice ourselves in thee effused for great supremacy in fight;

Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds.

VIII Soma Pavamana

VIII Soma Pavamana

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