Utshovসামবেদ 1487
Agni, inflamed with fuel, in my song I sing, pure bright, and stedfast set in front at sacrifice. Wise Jatavedas we implore with prayers for grace, the Sage, the Hotar-priest, bounteous, and void of guile.
Agni, inflamed with fuel, in my song I sing, pure bright, and stedfast set in front at sacrifice. Wise Jatavedas we implore with prayers for grace, the Sage, the Hotar-priest, bounteous, and void of guile.