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2 Thy birth who seekest food is in the falling flood, Agni: as Comrade thou winnest all living things. 3 And thou, O Agni, thou of Godlike nature, sparest the stones, while caring up the brushwood. 4 O'er hills through vales devouring as thou goest, thou partest like an army fain for booty 5 Apparent are his lines as he approaches the course is single, but the cars are many, 6 Now let thy strength, thy burning flames fly upward, thine energies, O Agni, as thou toilest. 7 This is the waters' reservoir, the great abode of gathered streams. 8 On thy way hitherward and hence let flowery Durva grass spring up