Agnes, Izzy, lamb of lies,
Agni, goddess, weather’s omen,
Where fires are set, your kindling flies,
Mitra, center of the sun,
Devastator of all two-bit men,
Who brings to them oblivion.
Aryaman, who succors maids,
Sucks them in. Barren,
You gods who can self-advertise
The names of your amoral friends,
Rising from the mountains
And reaching to the skies,
Wolf of the wise Asuras, you bring
At your birth, dervish of Devi, flies
And truth to an insubstantial earth.
February 20th, 2018
A translation of Hymn 5.3 of the Rigveda.