  God of fire, God of the flame of our love, Beyond whose might no God is, And none in the realm of birth, Agni! Adored one, May we never suffer in thy friendship! Thou, who art re-born each day, And whose symbol is the sacred drill Wherewith fire is made for the temple, Morning by morning, Freshly create our love as the sun awakes, Preserve our love, O Agni! The crocuses, the dandelions, The golden forsythia Perished in May. But roses burn on the altar of earth, Bridal blossoms, whitest of fire, Dance in the winds of June. Agni, remember us, Remember our love! We have prayed to you, powerful one— Thou whose name is first In the first of the sacred hymns; Thou to whom sacrifices pass To the Gods, thou messenger of the Gods, Thou who art born a little lower than the most high Indra Hast heard our prayer— Hear still our prayer: Abide with us, O Agni, and befriend; Make our hearts as temples, And our desire as the drill, Wherewith fire is created For the sacred sacrifice of love, And for a light to our spirits— Turn not away from our prayers, O Agni! Here before the fire of the Sun of June Kneeling Hand in hand, Our eyes closed before the splendor of your spirit Hear our prayer, O Agni: May we never suffer in thy friendship. |
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