Rig veda
When crimson sun rises
A single hymn lifts the dark-
Agni learns its name.
Yajur veda
Smoke from the Vedi
hands offer their oblations
to the morning breeze
Sama Veda
River after rains
Every note remembers how
silence became song.
Atharva Veda
A healing herb blooms;
Its bitter leaves gather a
sweet elixir within.
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