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THE SAMA VEDA<br />

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XIX Agni<br />

1. To give eternal glow, we pray Vaisvanara the holy one, Lord of the light of sacrifice.<br />

2. Who, furthering the light of Law, hath spread himself to meet this work:<br />

He sends the seasons, mighty one.<br />

3. Love of what is and what shall be, Agni, in his beloved forms,<br />

Shines forth alone as sovran Lord.<br />

CHAPTER III<br />

I Agni<br />

1.Wise Agni, in the ancient way, making his body beautiful,<br />

Hath been exalted by the sage.<br />

2. I invocate the Child of Strength, Agni whose glow is bright and pure,<br />

In this well-ordered sacrifice.<br />

3. So, Agni, rich in many friends, with fiery splendour seat thyself.<br />

With Gods upon our sacred grass!<br />

II Soma Pavamana<br />

1. O thou with stones for arms, thy powers, rending the fiends, have raised themselves:<br />

Drive off the foes who compass us<br />

2. Hence conquering with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked,<br />

With fearless heart will I sing praise.<br />

3. None, evil-minded, may assail this Pavamana's holy laws<br />

Crush him who fain would fight with thee!<br />

4. For Indra to the streams they urge the tawny rapture-dropping steed,<br />

Indu, the bringer of delight.<br />

III Indra<br />

1. Come hither, Indra, with bay steeds, joyous, with tails like peacocks' plumes!<br />

Let no men check thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o'er them as o'er desert lands!<br />

2. Vritra's devourer, he who burst the cloud, brake forts, and drave the floods,<br />

Indra, who mounts his chariot at his bay steeds' cry, shatters e'en things that stand most firm.<br />

3. Like pools of water deep and full, like kine thou cherishest thy might;<br />

Like the milch-cows that go well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.<br />

IV Indra<br />

1. Even as the wild bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool,<br />

Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas drink thy fill!<br />

2. May the drops gladden thee, Lord Indra, and obtain bounty for him who pours the juice!<br />

Soma, shed in the press, thou stolest and didst drink, and hence hast won surpassing might.<br />

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