Sukta 21

इमं नो यज्ञममृतेषु धेहीमा हव्या जातवेदो जुषस्व। स्तोकानामग्ने मेदसो घृतस्य होतः प्राशान प्रथमो निषद्य॥

imaṁ no yajñamamṛteṣu dhehīmā havyā jātavedo juṣasva | stokānāmagne medaso ghṛtasya hotaḥ prāśāna prathamo niṣadya ||

SET this our sacrifice among the Immortals: be pleased with these our presents, Jatavedas. O Priest, O Agni, sit thee down before us, and first enjoy the drops of oil and fatness.

घृतवन्तः पावक ते स्तोकाः श्चोतन्ति मेदसः। स्वधर्मन्देववीतये श्रेष्ठं नो धेहि वार्यम्॥

ghṛtavantaḥ pāvaka te stokāḥ ścotanti medasaḥ | svadharmandevavītaye śreṣṭhaṁ no dhehi vāryam ||

For thee, O Purifier, flow the drops of fatness rich in oil. After thy wont vouchsafe to us the choicest boon that Gods may feast.

तुभ्यं स्तोका घृतश्चुतोऽग्ने विप्राय सन्त्य। ऋषिः श्रेष्ठः समिध्यसे यज्ञस्य प्राविता भव॥

tubhyaṁ stokā ghṛtaścuto'gne viprāya santya | ṛṣiḥ śreṣṭhaḥ samidhyase yajñasya prāvitā bhava ||

Agni, Most Excellent! for thee the Sage are drops that drip with oil. Thou art enkindled as the best of Seers. Help thou the sacrifice.

तुभ्यं श्चोतन्त्यध्रिगो शचीवः स्तोकासो अग्ने मेदसो घृतस्य। कविशस्तो बृहता भानुनागा हव्या जुषस्व मेधिर॥

tubhyaṁ ścotantyadhrigo śacīvaḥ stokāso agne medaso ghṛtasya | kaviśasto bṛhatā bhānunāgā havyā juṣasva medhira ||

To thee, O Agni, mighty and resistless, to thee stream forth the drops of oil and fatness. With great light art thou come, O praised by poets! Accept our offering, O thou Sage.

ओजिष्ठं ते मध्यतो मेद उद्भृतं प्र ते वयं ददामहे। श्चोतन्ति ते वसो स्तोका अधि त्वचि प्रति तान्देवशो विहि॥

ojiṣṭhaṁ te madhyato meda udbhṛtaṁ pra te vayaṁ dadāmahe | ścotanti te vaso stokā adhi tvaci prati tāndevaśo vihi ||

Fatness exceeding rich, extracted from the midst,-this as our gift we offer thee. Excellent God, the drops run down upon thy skin. Deal them to each among the Gods.