O, Glorifying Fire! * Poem by C. P. Sharma

I chant thy praises, O Fire,
The Sun is thy supreme lyre,
You are in benefactor’s attire,
Accepting oblations and purifier.

All metal gems you materialize,
New plenty every day arise,
In you God’s grace fructifies,
Courage and glory you finalize.

O Fire, the oblations unto you,
Ultimately basic elements woo.
Sapient minded priest me show,
Grace of God’s Truth bestow.

I invoke you Dispeller of Night!
For Eternal Law you ever fight,
To all sacrifices you have right,
You ride the radiant Chariot of Light.

O Agni**, I sing hymns for your grace,
Let your blessings be my brace,
Let our life no misfortunes trace,
Like a father in miseries embrace.

*Inspired by Rig Veda Book1 Hymn1
**Fire