Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith,  1. HE in mid-air's expanse hath golden tresses; a raging serpent, like the rushing tempest: Purely refulgent, knowing well the morning; like honourable dames, true, active workers. 2 Thy well-winged flashes strengthen in their manner, when the black Bull hath bellowed round about us. With drops that bless and seem to smile he cometh: the waters fall, the clouds utter their thunder. 3 When he comes streaming with the milk of worship, conducting by directest paths of Order Aryaman, Mitra, Varuṇa, Parijman fill the hide full where lies the nether press-stone. 4 O Agni, thou who art the lord of wealth in kine, thou Son of Strength, Vouchsafe to us, O Jātavedas, high renown. 5 He, Agni, kindled, good and wise, must be exalted in our song: Shine, thou of many forms, shine radiantly on us. 6 O Agni, shining of thyself by night and when the morning breaks, Burn, thou whose teeth are sharp, against the Rākṣasas. 7 Adorable in all our rites, favour us, Agni, with thine aid, When the great hymn is chanted forth. 8 Bring to us ever-conquering wealth, wealth, Agni, worthy of our choice, In all our frays invincible. 9 Give us, O Agni, through thy grace wealth that supporteth all our life, Thy favour so that we may live. 10 O Gotama, desiring bliss present thy songs composed with care To Agni of the pointed flames. 11 May the man fall, O Agni, who near or afar assaileth us: Do thou increase and prosper us. 12 Keen and swift Agni, thousand-eyed, chaseth the Rākṣasas afar: He singeth, herald meet for lauds.