सूक्त २०

भद्रं नो अपि वातय मनः॥

bhadraṁ no api vātaya manaḥ ||

SEND unto us a good and happy mind.

अग्निमीळे भुजां यविष्ठं शासा मित्रं दुर्धरीतुम्। यस्य धर्मन्स्वरेनीः सपर्यन्ति मातुरूधः॥

agnimīḻe bhujāṁ yaviṣṭhaṁ śāsā mitraṁ durdharītum | yasya dharmansvarenīḥ saparyanti māturūdhaḥ ||

1 worship Agni, Youthfullest of Gods, resistless, Friend of laws; Under whose guard and heavenly light the Spotted seek the Mother's breast:

यमासा कृपनीळं भासाकेतुं वर्धयन्ति। भ्राजते श्रेणिदन्॥

yamāsā kṛpanīḻaṁ bhāsāketuṁ vardhayanti | bhrājate śreṇidan ||

Whom with their mouth they magnify, bannered with flame and homed in light. He glitters with his row of teeth.

अर्यो विशां गातुरेति प्र यदानड्दिवो अन्तान्। कविरभ्रं दीद्यानः॥

aryo viśāṁ gātureti pra yadānaḍdivo antān | kavirabhraṁ dīdyānaḥ ||

Kind, Furtherer of men, he comes, when he hath reached the ends of heaven, Sage, giving splendour to the clouds.

जुषद्धव्या मानुषस्योर्ध्वस्तस्थावृभ्वा यज्ञे। मिन्वन्सद्म पुर एति॥

juṣaddhavyā mānuṣasyordhvastasthāvṛbhvā yajñe | minvansadma pura eti ||

To taste man's offerings, he, the Strong, hath risen erect at sacrifice: Fixing his dwelling he proceeds.

स हि क्षेमो हविर्यज्ञः श्रुष्टीदस्य गातुरेति। अग्निं देवा वाशीमन्तम्॥

sa hi kṣemo haviryajñaḥ śruṣṭīdasya gātureti | agniṁ devā vāśīmantam ||

Here are oblation, worship, rest: rapidly comes his furtherance. To sword-armed Agni come the Gods.

यज्ञासाहं दुव इषेऽग्निं पूर्वस्य शेवस्य। अद्रेः सूनुमायुमाहुः॥

yajñāsāhaṁ duva iṣe'gniṁ pūrvasya śevasya | adreḥ sūnumāyumāhuḥ ||

With service for chief bliss I seek the Lord of Sacrifice, Agni, whom They call the Living, Son of Cloud.

नरो ये के चास्मदा विश्वेत्ते वाम आ स्युः। अग्निं हविषा वर्धन्तः॥

naro ye ke cāsmadā viśvette vāma ā syuḥ | agniṁ haviṣā vardhantaḥ ||

Blest evermore be all the men who come from us, who magnify Agni with sacrificial gifts.

कृष्णः श्वेतोऽरुषो यामो अस्य ब्रध्न ऋज्र उत शोणो यशस्वान्। हिरण्यरूपं जनिता जजान॥

kṛṣṇaḥ śveto'ruṣo yāmo asya bradhna ṛjra uta śoṇo yaśasvān | hiraṇyarūpaṁ janitā jajāna ||

The path he treads is black and white and red, and striped, and brown, crimson, and glorious. His sire begat him bright with hues of gold.

एवा ते अग्ने विमदो मनीषामूर्जो नपादमृतेभिः सजोषाः। गिर आ वक्षत्सुमतीरियान इषमूर्जं सुक्षितिं विश्वमाभाः॥

evā te agne vimado manīṣāmūrjo napādamṛtebhiḥ sajoṣāḥ | gira ā vakṣatsumatīriyāna iṣamūrjaṁ sukṣitiṁ viśvamābhāḥ ||

Thus with his thoughts, O Son of Strength, O Agni, hath Vimada, accordant with the Immortals, Offered thee hymns, soliciting thy favour. Thou hast brought all food, strength, a prosperous dwelling.