White Yajur Veda, Book 26 · Vedas – Griffith · Verses Across
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White Yajur Veda, Book 26
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White Yajur Veda, Book 26
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AGNI and Prithivî, closely connected, may they bring low for me the boon I mention. Vâyu and Firmament, closely connected, may they, etc. Closely connected Dyaus and the Âditya, may they, etc. Closely connected Varuna and Waters, may they, etc. Lord of the seven communities and her who forms all beings, eighth, Make our ways full of pleasantness: may So-and-So and I agree.
That I to all the people may address this salutary speech, To priest and nobleman, Sûdra and Arya, to one of our own kin and to the stranger. Dear may I be to Gods and guerdon-giver. Fulfilled be this my hope: be that my portion!
Give us, Brihaspati, that wondrous treasure, that which exceeds the merit of the foeman, Which shines among the folk effectual, splendid, that, Son of Law, which is with might refulgent. Taken upon a base art thou. Thee for Brihaspati. This is thy home. Thee for Brihaspati,
Come hither, Indra, rich in kine! Drink Soma, Lord of Hundred Powers, Effused by braying pressing-stones. Taken upon a base art thou. Thee for Indra, rich in kine. This is thy home. Thee for Indra, rich in kine.
O Indra, Vritra-slayer, come. Drink Soma, Lord of Hundred Powers, Expressed with stones whose wealth is kine. Taken upon a base art thou, etc., as in verse 4.
Vaisvânara the righteous One, the Lord of sacrifice and light, The heat that wasteth not, we seek. Taken upon a base art thou. Thee for Vaisvânara. This is thy home: thee for Vaisvânara.
Still in Vaisvânara's grace may we continue: yea, he is King Supreme o’er all things living. Sprung hence to life upon this All he looketh. Vaisvânara hath rivalry with Sûrya. Taken upon a base art thou, etc., as in verse 6.
Hitherward come Vaisvânara to succour us from far away, Agni through laud that brings him near! Taken upon a base, etc, as in verse 6.
Agni is Pavamâna, Sage, the Tribe-Priest of the Races Five: To him of mighty wealth we pray. Taken upon a base art thou. Thee for lustre. This is thy home. Thee for lustre.
May mighty Indra, thunder-armed, may Shodasî protect us well, and slay the wicked man who hateth us. Taken upon a base art thou. Thee for Mahendra. This is thy home. Thee for Mahendra.
As cows low to their calves in stalls so with our songs we glorify This Indra, e’en your wondrous God who checks assault, who joys in the delicious juice.
Agni's is the most fetching song. Shine mightily, thou rich in light! Like the Chief Consort of a King, riches and strength proceed from thee.
Come, here, O Agni, will I sing verily other songs to thee, And with these drops shalt thou grow strong.
The Seasons spread thy sacrifice! the Mouths protect thine offering! May the Year guard our sacrifice for thee and keep our children safe.
There where the mountains downward slope, there by the meeting of the streams The sage was manifest with song.
High is thy juice's birth: though sat in heaven, on earth it hath obtained Strong sheltering power and great renown.
Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra, meet for worship, flow For Varuna and the Marut host.
Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth of the ungodly one, Yea, all the glories of mankind.
May we be prosperous with brave sons, cattle, horses, each wish of ours, and varied blessings, With quadrupeds, and with the men about us. May the Gods guide our sacrifice in season.
O Agni, bring thou hitherward the yearning Consorts of the Gods Bring Tvashtar to the Soma-draught.
O Neshtar girt by Dames, accept our sacrifice: with Ritu drink, For thou art he who giveth wealth.
He with the Ritus fain would drink, Wealth-river, from the Neshtar's bowl. Begin, pay offerings: hasten ye. 28 Thine is this Soma: come thou near, approach it. Drink thou thereof, benevolent, and cease not. Sit on the sacred grass at this our worship, and take these drops into thy belly, Indra.
Come unto us, ye swift to listen! as at home, upon the sacred grass sit and enjoy yourselves. And, Tvashtar, well content be joyful in the juice with Gods and Goddesses in gladsome company.
In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way, Pressed out for Indra, for his drink.
Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath in the vat attained unto His place, his iron-fashioned home.
