1LORD of the house, Sage, ever young, high power of life, O Agni, God,     Thou givest to thy worshipper.

2So with our song that prays and serves, attentive, Lord of spreading light,     Agni, bring hitherward the Gods.

3For, Ever-Youthful One, with thee, best Furtherer, as our ally,     We overcome, to win the spoil.

4As Aurva Bhṛgu used, as Apnavāna used, I call the pure     Agni who clothes him with the sea.

51 call the Sage who sounds like wind, the Might that like Parjanya roars,     Agni who clothes him with the sea.

6As Savitar's productive Power, as him who sends down bliss, I call     Agni who clothes him with the sea.

7Hither, for powerful kirship, I call Agni, him Who prospers you,     Most frequent at our solemn rites

8That through this famed One's power, he may stand by us even as Tvaṣṭar comes     Unto the forms that must he shaped.

9This Agni is the Lord supreme above all glories mid the Gods:     May he come nigh to us with strength.

10Here praise ye him the most renowned of all the ministering Priests,     Agni, the Chief at sacrifice;

11Piercing, with purifying flame, enkindled in our homes, most high,     Swiftest to hear from far away.

12Sage, laud the Mighty One who wins the spoil of victory like a steed,     And, Mitra like, unites the folk.

13Still turning to their aim in thee, the oblation-bearer's sister hymns     Have come to thee before the wind.

14The waters find their place in him, for whom the threefold sacred grass     Is spread unbound, unlimited.

15The station of the Bounteous God hath, through his aid which none impair,     A pleasant aspect like the Sun.

16Blazing with splendour, Agni, God, through pious gifts of sacred oil,     Bring thou the Gods and worship them.

17The Gods as mothers brought thee forth, the Immortal Sage, O Aṅgiras,     The bearer of our gifts to heaven.

18Wise Agni, Gods established thee, the Seer, noblest messenger,     As bearer of our sacred gifts.

19No cow have I to call mine own, no axe at hand wherewith to work,     Yet what is here I bring to thee.

20O Agni, whatsoever be the fuel that we lay for thee,     Be pleased therewith, Most Youthful God

21That which the white-ant cats away, that over which the emmet crawls-     May all of this be oil to thee.

22When he enkindles Agni, man should with his heart attend the song:     I with the priests have kindled him.