Samaveda 48

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1 5 1 0401a ā te agna idhīmahi dyumantaṃ devājaram .
1 5 1 0401c yuddha syā te panīyasī samiddīdayati dyavīṣaṃ stotṛbhya ā bhara .. 419
1 5 1 0402a āgniṃ na svavṛktibhirhotāraṃ tvā vṛṇīmahe .
1 5 1 0402c śīraṃ pāvakaśociṣaṃ vi vo made yajñeṣu stīrṇabarhiṣaṃ vivakṣase .. 420
1 5 1 0403a mahe no adya bodhayoṣo rāye divitmatī .
1 5 1 0403c yathā cinno abodhayaḥ satyaśravasi vāyye sujāte aśvasūnṛte .. 421
1 5 1 0404a bhadraṃ no api vātaya mano dakṣamuta kratum .
1 5 1 0404c athā te sakhye andhaso vi vo made raṇā gāvo na yavase vivakṣase .. 422
1 5 1 0405a kratvā mahāṃ anuṣvadhaṃ bhīma ā vāvṛte śavaḥ .
1 5 1 0405c śriya ṛṣva upākayorni śiprī harivāṃ dadhe hastayorvajramāyasam .. 423
1 5 1 0406a sa ghā taṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ rathamadhi tiṣṭhāti govidam .
1 5 1 0406c yaḥ pātraṃ hāriyojanaṃ pūrṇamindrā ciketati yojā nvindra te harī .. 424
1 5 1 0407a agniṃ taṃ manye yo vasurastaṃ yaṃ yanti dhenavaḥ .
1 5 1 0407c astamarvanta āśavo 'staṃ nityāso vājina iṣaṃ stotṛbhya ā bhara .. 425
1 5 1 0408a na tamaṃho na duritaṃ devāso aṣṭa martyam .
1 5 1 0408c sajoṣaso yamaryamā mitro nayati varuṇo ati dviṣaḥ .. 426

O Agni, God, we kindle thee, refulgent, wasting not away,
That this more glorious fuel may send forth for thee its shine to heaven. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!

With offerings of our own we choose thee, Agni, as our Hotar priest,
Piercing and brightly shining-at your glad carouse-served with trimmed grass at sacrifice. Thou waxest great.

O heavenly Dawn, awaken us to ample opulence to-day,
Even as thou didst waken us with Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high born! delightful with thy steeds!

Send us a mind that brings delight, send energy and mental power.
Then-at your glad carouse-let men joy in thy love, sweet juice! as kine in pasturage. Thou waxest great,

Great, as his nature is, through power, terrible, he hath waxed in strength,
Lord of bay steeds, strong-jawed, sublime, he in joined hands for glory's sake hath grasped his iron thunderbolt.

He, Indra, verily will mount the powerful car that finds the kine,
Who thinks upon the well-filled bowl, the tawny coursers' harnesser. Now, Indra, yoke thy two bay steeds!

I think of Agni who is kind, whom, as their home, the milch-kine seek:
Whom fleet-foot coursers seek as home, and strong enduring steeds as home. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!

No peril, no severe distress, ye Gods, affects the mortal man
Whom Aryaman and Mitra lead, and Varuna, of one accord, beyond his foes.