सूक्त ८

इन्धे राजा समर्यो नमोभिर्यस्य प्रतीकमाहुतं घृतेन। नरो हव्येभिरीळते सबाध आग्निरग्र उषसामशोचि॥

indhe rājā samaryo namobhiryasya pratīkamāhutaṁ ghṛtena | naro havyebhirīḻate sabādha āgniragra uṣasāmaśoci ||

THE King whose face is decked with oil is kindled with homage offered by his faithful servant. The men, the priests adore him with oblations. Agni hath shone forth when the dawn is breaking.

अयमु ष्य सुमहाँ अवेदि होता मन्द्रो मनुषो यह्वो अग्निः। वि भा अकः ससृजानः पृथिव्यां कृष्णपविरोषधीभिर्ववक्षे॥

ayamu ṣya sumahā avedi hotā mandro manuṣo yahvo agniḥ | vi bhā akaḥ sasṛjānaḥ pṛthivyāṁ kṛṣṇapaviroṣadhībhirvavakṣe ||

Yea, he hath been acknowledged as most mighty, the joyous Priest of men, the youthful Agni. He, spreading o'er the earth, made light around him, and grew among the plants with blackened fellies..

कया नो अग्ने वि वसः सुवृक्तिं कामु स्वधामृणवः शस्यमानः। कदा भवेम पतयः सुदत्र रायो वन्तारो दुष्टरस्य साधोः॥

kayā no agne vi vasaḥ suvṛktiṁ kāmu svadhāmṛṇavaḥ śasyamānaḥ | kadā bhavema patayaḥ sudatra rāyo vantāro duṣṭarasya sādhoḥ ||

How dost thou decorate our hymn, O Agni? What power dost thou exert when thou art lauded? When, Bounteous God, may we be lords of riches, winners of precious wealth which none may conquer?

प्रप्रायमग्निर्भरतस्य शृण्वे वि यत्सूर्यो न रोचते बृहद्भाः। अभि यः पूरुं पृतनासु तस्थौ द्युतानो दैव्यो अतिथिः शुशोच॥

praprāyamagnirbharatasya śṛṇve vi yatsūryo na rocate bṛhadbhāḥ | abhi yaḥ pūruṁ pṛtanāsu tasthau dyutāno daivyo atithiḥ śuśoca ||

Far famed is this the Bharata's own Agni he shineth like the Sun with lofty splendour. He who hath vanquished Puru in the battle, the heavenly guest hath glowed in full refulgence.

असन्नित्त्वे आहवनानि भूरि भुवो विश्वेभिः सुमना अनीकैः। स्तुतश्चिदग्ने शृण्विषे गृणानः स्वयं वर्धस्व तन्वं सुजात॥

asannittve āhavanāni bhūri bhuvo viśvebhiḥ sumanā anīkaiḥ | stutaścidagne śṛṇviṣe gṛṇānaḥ svayaṁ vardhasva tanvaṁ sujāta ||

Full many oblations are in thee collected: with all thine aspects thou hast waxen gracious. Thou art already famed as praised and lauded, yet still, O nobly born, increase thy body.

इदं वचः शतसाः संसहस्रमुदग्नये जनिषीष्ट द्विबर्हाः। शं यत्स्तोतृभ्य आपये भवाति द्युमदमीवचातनं रक्षोहा॥

idaṁ vacaḥ śatasāḥ saṁsahasramudagnaye janiṣīṣṭa dvibarhāḥ | śaṁ yatstotṛbhya āpaye bhavāti dyumadamīvacātanaṁ rakṣohā ||

Be this my song, that winneth countless treasure, engendered with redoubled force for Agni, That, splendid, chasing sickness, slaying demons, it may delight our friend and bless the singers.

नू त्वामग्न ईमहे वसिष्ठा ईशानं सूनो सहसो वसूनाम्। इषं स्तोतृभ्यो मघवद्भ्य आनड्यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

nū tvāmagna īmahe vasiṣṭhā īśānaṁ sūno sahaso vasūnām | iṣaṁ stotṛbhyo maghavadbhya ānaḍyūyaṁ pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ ||

We, the Vasisthas, now implore thee, Agni, O Son of Strength, the Lord of wealth and riches. Thou hast brought food to singers and to nobles. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.