Hymns of Vishwamitra — Sukta 4 — Rig Veda — Essence of the Vedas — Audiobook with Commentary

SUKTA 4
1. Aflame and again aflame in us awake with thy truth of
mind, with light upon light grant us right understanding
from the shining One. A god, bring the gods for the sacrifice;
right-minded, a friend do sacrifice to the friends, O Fire.

2. O thou whom the gods, even Varuna, Mitra and the Fire,
thrice in the day worship with sacrifice from day to day,
O Son of the body, make this sacrifice of ours full of the
sweetness, so that it may create the native seat of the light.

3. The Thought in which are all desirable things comes to this
first and supreme priest of the call to offer our aspirations
as a sacrifice, towards the mighty one to adore him with
our prostrations; missioned, strong to sacrifice, may he do
worship to the gods.

4. In the pilgrim sacrifice a high path for you both has been
made which departs to the high lustres, the mid-worlds;
the priest of the call has taken his seat in the navel-centre of
heaven. We spread wide the sacred grass, a space of wideness
of the gods.

5. Accepting with the mind the seven invocations, taking pos-
session of all that is by the Truth, they went towards their
goal. Many powers born in the finding of knowledge and
wearing the forms of gods move abroad to this sacrifice.

6. May night and dawn differently formed in their body be
joined close and smile upon us in their gladness, so that
Mitra may take pleasure in us and Varuna or with his
greatness Indra too with the life-gods.

7. I crown the two supreme Priests of the invocation. The seven
pleasures take their rapture by the self-law of their nature;
the Truth they express, the Truth only they speak, guardians
of the law of its action according to that law they shine.
8. In unison may Bharati with her Muses of invocation, Ila
with gods and men, and Fire, Saraswati with her powers of
inspiration come down to us, the three goddesses sit upon
this seat of sacrifice.

9. O divine maker of forms who hast the utter rapture, cast
upon us that supreme transcendence, cause of our growth,
from which is born in us the hero ever active with wise
discernment, the seeker of the gods who sets to work the
stone of the wine-pressing.

10. O tree, release thy yield to the gods; Fire the achiever of
the work speeds the offering on its way. It is he who does
worship as the priest of the call, the more true in his act
because he knows the birth of the gods.

11. Come down to us, O Fire, high-kindled, in one chariot
with Indra and swiftly journeying gods; let Aditi, mother
of mighty sons, sit on the sacred grass, let the gods, the
immortals, take rapture in svaha.