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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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