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1 WHO now is he, what God among Immortals, of whose auspicious name we may bethink us? 2 Agni the God the first among the Immortals, − of his auspicious name let us bethink us. 3 To thee, O Savitar, the Lord of precious things, who helpest us 4 Wealth, highly lauded ere reproach hath fallen on it, which is laid, 5 Through thy protection may we come to even the height of affluence 6 Ne'er have those birds that fly through air attained to thy high dominion or thy might or spirit; 7 Varuna, King, of hallowed might, sustaineth erect the Tree's stem in the baseless region. 8 King Varuna hath made a spacious pathway, a pathway for the Sun wherein to travel. 9 A hundred balms are thine, O King, a thousand; deep and wide−reaching also be thy favours. 10 Whither by day depart the constellations that shine at night, set high in heaven above us? 11 I ask this of thee with my prayer adoring; thy worshipper craves this with his oblation. 12 Nightly and daily this one thing they tell me, this too the thought of mine own heart repeateth. 13 Bound to three pillars captured Sunahsepa thus to the Aditya made his supplication. 14 With bending down, oblations, sacrifices, O Varuna, we deprecate thine anger: 15 Loosen the bonds, O Varuna, that hold me, loosen the bonds above, between, and under.

2 He who with might bowed down the things that should be bowed, and in his fury rent the holds of Samb 3 That was a great deed for the Godliest of the Gods: strong things were loosened and the firmly fixed gav 4 The well with mouth of stone that poured a flood of meath, which Brahmapaspati hath opened with his 5 Ancient will be those creatures, whatsoe'er they be; with moons, with autumns, doors unclose themselve 6 They who with much endeavour searching round obtained the Panis' noblest treasure hidden in the cave, 7 The pious ones when they had seen the falsehoods turned them back, the sages stood again upon the loft 8 With his swift bow, strung truly, Brahmanaspati reaches the mark whate'er it be that he desires. 9 He brings together and he parts, the great High Priest; extolled is he, in battle Brahmapaspati. 10 First and preeminent, excelling all besides are the kind gifts of liberal Brhaspati. 11 Thou who in every way supreme in earthly power, rejoicing, by thy mighty strength hast waxen great, 12 From you, twain Maghavans, all truth proceedeth: even the waters break not your commandment. 13 The sacrificial flames most swiftly hear the call: the priest of the assembly gaineth wealth for hymns. 14 The wrath of Brahmanaspati according to his will had full effect when he would do a mighty deed. 15 O Brahmanaspati, may we be evermore masters of wealth well−guided, full of vital strength. 16 O Brahmanaspati, be thou controller of this our hymn, and prosper thou our children.

2 Lit with libation, Agni, thou, deathless, who callest Gods to feast, 3 With splendour, Agni, Son of Strength, thou who art worshipped, wakeful One. 4 With all thy fires, with all the Gods, Agni, exalt the songs we sing. 5 Grant, Agni, to the worshipper wealth rich in heroes, plenteous store,

2 To be invoked and hymned in fight with Vrtra, that well−praised Indra gives us real bounties. 3 Him, verily, the men invoke in combat; risking their lives they make him their protector, 4 Strong God! the folk at need put forth their vigour, striving together in the whirl of battle. 5 Hence many a one worships the might of Indra: hence let the brew succeed the meal−oblation. 6 Indra gives comfort to the man who truly presses, for him who longs fot it, the Soma, 7 He who this day for Indra presses Soma, prepares the brew and fries the grains of barley− 8 When the impetuous chief hath sought the confliet, and the lord looked upon the long−drawn battle, 9 He bid a small price for a thing of value: I was content, returning, still unpurchased. 10 Who for ten milch−kine purchaseth from rne this Indra who is mine? 11 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let wealth swell high like rivers for the singer.

2 Excellent Agni, come thou nigh to us, and give us wealth most splendidly renowned. 3 So hear us, listen to this call of ours, and keep us far from every sinful man. 4 To thee then, O Most Bright, O Radiant God, we come with prayer for happiness for our friends.

2 He, Friend of man, most wise, victorious Hero, hears, with far−reaching aid, the singer call him. 3 The lofty axle of thy wheels, O Hero, is not surpassed by heaven and earth in greatness. 4 Strong Lord, thine energies, endowed with vigour, are like the paths of kine converging homeward. 5 One act to−day, another act tomorrow oft Indra makes what is not yet existeni. 6 By song and sacrifice men brought the waters from thee, as from a mountain's ridge, O Indra. 7 That Indra whom nor months nor autumn seasons wither with age, nor fleeting days enfeeble,− 8 Extolled, he bends not to the strong, the steadfast, nor to the bold incited by the Dasyu. 9 Impetuous Speeder through all depth and distance, give strengthening food, thou drinker of the juices. 10 Hasting to help, come hither and protect him, keep him from harm when he is here, O Indra.

2 For thou by slaying Vrtra art the Vrtra−slayer, famed for might. 3 As such, when glorified, bring us riches of very wondrous fame, 4 Yea, Indra, thou disclosest that preeminent dear wealth of men: 5 The workers of destruction stay neither thy right hand nor thy left: 6 O Thunder−armed, I come with songs to thee as to a stall with kine: 7 Chief Vrtra−slayer, through the hymn of Visvamanas think of all, 8 May we, O Vrtra−slayer, O Hero, find this thy newest boon, Longed−for, and excellent, thou who art m 9 O Indra, Dancer, Much−invoked! as thy great power is unsurpassed, 10 Most Mighty, most heroic One, for mighty bounty fill thee full. 11 O Thunderer, never have our prayers gone forth to any God but thee: 12 For, Dancer, verily I find none else for bounty, saving thee, 13 For Indra pour ye out the drops meath blent with Soma let him drink 14 I spake to the Bay Coursers' Lord, to him who gives ability: 15 Never was any Hero born before thee mightier than thou: 16 O ministering priest, pour out of the sweet juice what gladdens most: 17 Indra, whom Tawny Coursers bear, praise such as thine, preeminent, 18 We, seeking glory, have invoked this Master of all power and might 19 Come, sing we praise to Indra, friends, the Hero who deserves the laud, 20 To him who wins the kine, who keeps no cattle back, Celestial God, 21 Whose hero powers are measureless, whose bounty ne'er may be surpassed, 22 As Vyasva did, praise Indra, praise the Strong unfluctuating Guide, 23 Now, son of Vyasva, praise thou him who to the tenth time still is new, 24 Thou knowest, Indra, Thunder−armed, how to avoid destructive powers, 25 O Indra, bring that aid wherewith of old, Most Wondrous! thou didst slay 26 So now we seek thee fresh in might, Most Wonderful in act!

for gain: 27 Who will set free from ruinous woe, or Arya on the Seven Streams: 28 As to Varosusaman thou broughtest great riches, for their gain, 29 Let Narya's sacrificial meed reach Vyasva's Soma−bearing sons: 30 If one should ask thee, Where is he who sacrificed? Whither lookest thou?

2 To thee with sacrifices, with oblations, and with lauds we come. 3 Thou who art Lord of precious boons, inciter even of the churl. 4 Strong, Lords of Magic power, ye Twain churned the united worlds apart, 5 When the united pair were rent asunder all the Gods complained. 6 Sweet be my going forth, and rich in sweets be my approach to home.