Samaveda 14

14

dvitīya prapāṭhakaḥ . prathamo 'rdhaḥ
1 2 1 0101a puru tvā dāśivāṃ voce 'riragne tava svidā .
1 2 1 0101c todasyeva śaraṇa ā mahasya .. 97
1 2 1 0102a pra hotre pūrvyaṃ vaco 'gnaye bharatā bṛhat .
1 2 1 0102c vipāṃ jyotīṃṣi bibhrate na vedhase .. 98
1 2 1 0103a agne vājasya gomata īśānaḥ sahaso yaho .
1 2 1 0103c asme dhehi jātavedo mahi śravaḥ .. 99
1 2 1 0104a agne yajiṣṭho adhvare devāṃ devayate yaja .
1 2 1 0104c hotā mandro vi rājasyati sridhaḥ .. 100
1 2 1 0105a jajñānaḥ sapta mātṛbhirmedhāmāśāsata śriye .
1 2 1 0105c ayaṃ dhruvo rayīṇāṃ ciketadā .. 101
1 2 1 0106a uta syā no divā matiraditirūtyāgamat .
1 2 1 0106c sā śantātā mayaskaradapa sridhaḥ .. 102
1 2 1 0107a īḍiṣvā hi pratīvyā3ṃ yajasva jātavedasam .
1 2 1 0107c cariṣṇudhūmamagṛbhītaśociṣam .. 103
1 2 1 0108a na tasya māyayā ca na ripurīśīta martyaḥ .
1 2 1 0108c yo agnaye dadāśa havyadātaye .. 104
1 2 1 0109a apa tyaṃ vṛjinaṃ ripuṃ stenamagne durādhyam .
1 2 1 0109c daviṣṭhamasya satpate kṛdhī sugam .. 105
1 2 1 0110a śruṣṭyagne navasya me stomasya vīra viśpate .
1 2 1 0110c ni māyinastapasā rakṣaso daha .. 106

Agni, thy faithful servant I call upon thee with many a gift,
As in the keeping of the great inciting God.

To Agni, to the Hotar-priest offer your best, your lofty speech,
To him ordainer-like who bears the light of songs.

O Agni, thou who art the lord of wealth in kine, thou Son of Strength,
Bestow on us, O Jatavedas, high renown

Most skilled in sacrifice, bring the Gods, O Agni, to the pious, man:
A joyful Priest, thy splendour drives our foes afar

Taught by seven mothers at his birth was he, for glory of the wise.
He, firm and sure, hath set his mind on glorious wealth

And in the day our prayer is this: May Aditi come nigh to help,
With loving-kindness bring us weal and chase our foes

Worship thou Jatavedas, pray to him who willingly accepts,
Whose smoke wanders at will, and none may grasp his flame

No mortal man can e'er prevail by arts of magic over him
Who hath served Agni well, the oblation-giving God.

Agni, drive thou the wicked foe, the evil-hearted thief away,
Far, far, Lord of the brave! and give us easy paths!

O hero Agni, Lord of men, on hearing this new laud of mine
Burn down the Rakshasas, enchanters, with thy flame!