The Secret of the Veda

The Eleventh Hymn to Agni

A Hymn to the Divine Priest and Sacrificial Flame

[The Rishi hymns the birth of the wakeful and discerning sacrificial Flame who is vision and will-power, the seer whose passion of effort turns into a divine knowledge, in the heavens of mind. This seer-will the inspired words of the Thought have to increase. It is a thing of puissance, the Son of Force, and found by the ancient Souls of luminous puissance concealed in the growths of earth, in all the experiences that the soul here seeks to enjoy.]

1) The protector of the creature is born, the Flame that is wakeful and perfect in discernment, for a new march to felicity. His front is of the clarities, luminously he shines wide so that the vastness of him touches the heavens, he is pure for the bringers of the riches.

2) Men have kindled high in the triple world¹ of the session the Flame supreme to be vision in the sacrifice and the vicar set in front; he comes in one chariot with the God-Mind and the divine Powers and sits on the seat of sacrifice, the Priest of the oblation perfect in will-power for the sacrificing.

3) Unovercome and pure² thou art born from thy mothers twain; thou hast risen up a rapturous seer from the allluminous sun; they have increased thee with the clarity, O Flame, and the passion-smoke of thee becomes vision when it reaches and lodges in the heavens.

4) May the Flame come to our sacrifice with power to accomplish; the Flame men carry into every room of their dwellingplace ; the Flame has become our messenger and the bearer

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of our offering; when men accept the Flame into themselves, it is the seer-will that they accept.

5) For thee, O Flame, this Word fraught fullest with the honey,³ for thee this Thought and may it be the peace and bliss in thy heart. For the words of the Thought satisfy and increase thee as those great fostering streams⁴ fill and increase that ocean.

6) O Flame, the souls of puissance⁵ discovered thee hidden in the secret place,⁶ lodging in every object of delight; by our pressure on thee thou art born, a mighty force; the Son of Force they have called thee, O Puissance.

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