2Mark this my speech, Divine One, thou, Most Youthful! offered to thee by him who gives most freely. One hates thee, and another sings thy praises: I thine adorer laud thy form, O Agni.

3Thy guardian rays, O Agni, when they saw him, preserved blind Mamateya from affliction. Lord of all riches, he preserved the pious the foes who fain would harm them did no mischief.

4The sinful man who worships not, O Agni, who, offering not, harms us with double−dealing,− Be this in turn to him a heavy sentence may he distress himself by his revilings.

5Yea, when a mortal knowingly, O Victor, injures with double tongue a fellow−mortal, From him, praised Agni! save thou him that lauds thee: bring us not into trouble and affliction.