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Mandala I

HYMN CXXVII Agni.

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I hold Agni as the herald, the generous, the gracious, Son of Strength, who knows all living beings, as holy singer, knowing all, Lord of proper rites, a divine being raised up, turning to the gods, He, when the flame sprang forth from the sacred oil, the offered fat, longs for it with his glow.

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We, sacrificing, call on you, best worshipper, the oldest of Aṅgirases, singer, with hymns, you, brilliant One! with singers' hymns; You, wandering around like the sky, who are the invoker of men, Bull with hair of fire, the people must observe, the people that you guide forward.

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He with his shining glory blazing far and wide, indeed it is he who slays the demon foes, slays them like an axe: At whose touch things solid shake, and what is stable yields like trees. Subduing all, he holds his ground and does not flinch, from the skilled archer he does not flinch.

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To him, as one who knows, even things solid yield: unrough fire-sticks heated hot he gives his gifts to aid. Men offer Agni gifts for aid. He deeply piercing many a thing hews it like wood with fervent glow. Even hard and solid food he crunches with his might, yea, hard and solid food with might.

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Here near we place the sacrificial food for him who shines brighter at night than in the day, with life then stronger than by day. His life gives sure and firm defense, as that one gives to a son. The during fires enjoy things given and things not given, the during fires enjoy as food.

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He, roaring very loudly like the Maruts' host, in fertile cultivated fields adorable, in desert spots adorable, Accepts and eats our offered gifts, ensign of sacrifice by desert; So let all, joying, love his path when he is glad, as men pursue a path for bliss.

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Even as they who sang forth hymns, addressed to heaven, the Bhṛgus with their prayer and praise invited him, the Bhṛgus rubbing, offering gifts. For radiant Agni, Lord of all these treasures, is exceedingly strong. May he, the wise, accept the grateful coverings, the wise accept the coverings.

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We invoke you, the Lord of all our settled homes, common to all,

Source: Sacred Texts Archive
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