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त्वद्विश्वा सुभग सौभगान्यग्ने वि यन्ति वनिनो न वयाः। श्रुष्टी रयिर्वाजो वृत्रतूर्ये दिवो वृष्टिरीड्यो रीतिरपाम्॥

tvadviśvā subhaga saubhagānyagne vi yanti vanino na vayāḥ | śruṣṭī rayirvājo vṛtratūrye divo vṛṣṭirīḍyo rītirapām ||

FROM thee, as branches from a tree, O Agni, from thee, Auspicious God! spring all our blessings- Wealth swiftly, strength in battle with our foemen, the rain besought of heaven, the flow of waters.

त्वं भगो न आ हि रत्नमिषे परिज्मेव क्षयसि दस्मवर्चाः। अग्ने मित्रो न बृहत ऋतस्यासि क्षत्ता वामस्य देव भूरेः॥

tvaṁ bhago na ā hi ratnamiṣe parijmeva kṣayasi dasmavarcāḥ | agne mitro na bṛhata ṛtasyāsi kṣattā vāmasya deva bhūreḥ ||

Thou art our Bhaga to send wealth thou dwellest, like circumambient air, with wondrous splendour. Friend art thou of the lofty Law, like Mitra, Controller, Agni! God! of many a blessing.

स सत्पतिः शवसा हन्ति वृत्रमग्ने विप्रो वि पणेर्भर्ति वाजम्। यं त्वं प्रचेत ऋतजात राया सजोषा नप्त्रापां हिनोषि॥

sa satpatiḥ śavasā hanti vṛtramagne vipro vi paṇerbharti vājam | yaṁ tvaṁ praceta ṛtajāta rāyā sajoṣā naptrāpāṁ hinoṣi ||

Agni! the hero slays with might his foeman; the singer bears away the Pani's booty- Even he whom thou, Sage, born in Law, incitest by wealth, accordant with the Child of Waters.

यस्ते सूनो सहसो गीर्भिरुक्थैर्यज्ञैर्मर्तो निशितिं वेद्यानट्। विश्वं स देव प्रति वारमग्ने धत्ते धान्यं पत्यते वसव्यैः॥

yaste sūno sahaso gīrbhirukthairyajñairmarto niśitiṁ vedyānaṭ | viśvaṁ sa deva prati vāramagne dhatte dhānyaṁ patyate vasavyaiḥ ||

The man who, Son of Strength 1 with sacrifices, hymns, lauds, attracts thy fervour to the altar, Enjoys each precious thing, O God, O Agni, gains wealth of corn and is the lord of treasures.

ता नृभ्य आ सौश्रवसा सुवीराग्ने सूनो सहसः पुष्यसे धाः। कृणोषि यच्छवसा भूरि पश्वो वयो वृकायारये जसुरये॥

tā nṛbhya ā sauśravasā suvīrāgne sūno sahasaḥ puṣyase dhāḥ | kṛṇoṣi yacchavasā bhūri paśvo vayo vṛkāyāraye jasuraye ||

Grant, Son of Strength, to men for their subsistence such things as bring high fame and hero children. For thou with might givest much food in cattle even to the wicked wolf when he is hungry.

वद्मा सूनो सहसो नो विहाया अग्ने तोकं तनयं वाजि नो दाः। विश्वाभिर्गीर्भिरभि पूर्तिमश्यां मदेम शतहिमाः सुवीराः॥

vadmā sūno sahaso no vihāyā agne tokaṁ tanayaṁ vāji no dāḥ | viśvābhirgīrbhirabhi pūrtimaśyāṁ madema śatahimāḥ suvīrāḥ ||

Eloquent, Son of Strength, Most Mighty, Agni, vouchsafe us seed and offspring, full of vigour. May I by all my songs obtain abundance. May brave sons gladden us through a hundred winters.