RV 1.3

Ralph T. H. Griffith, 1896 · 12 verses · Read at the source

1.3.1YE Asvins, rich in treasure, Lords of splendour, having nimble hands, Accept the sacrificial food.

1.3.2Ye Asvins, rich in wondrous deeds, ye heroes worthy of our praise, Accept our songs with mighty thought.

1.3.3Nasatyas, wonder-workers, yours are these libations with clipt grass: Come ye whose paths are red with flame.

1.3.4O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee, Thus by fine fingers purified.

1.3.5Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the prayers, Of the libation-pouring priest.

1.3.6Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the prayers. In our libation take delight.

1.3.7Ye Visvedevas, who protect, reward, and cherish men, approach Your worshipper's drink-offering.

1.3.8Ye Visvedevas, swift at work, come hither quickly to the draught, As milch-kine hasten to their stalls.

1.3.9The Visvedevas, changing shape like serpents, fearless, void of guile, Bearers, accept the sacred draught

1.3.10Wealthy in spoil, enriched with hymns, may bright Sarasvati desire, With eager love, our sacrifice.

1.3.11Inciter of all pleasant songs, inspirer o all gracious thought, Sarasvati accept our rite

1.3.12Sarasvati, the mighty flood,--she with be light illuminates, She brightens every pious thought.