2Child of Thyself the sacrifice is for the righteous blent with meath, Presenting viands thousandfold.

3Invoked and worthy of our praise bring Gods whose due is sacrifice: Thou, Agni, givest countless gifts.

4To seat a thousand Heroes they eastward have strewn the grass with might, Whereon, Adityas, ye shine forth.

5The sovran all−imperial Doors, wide, good, many and manifold, Have poured their streams of holy oil.

6With gay adornment, fair to see, in glorious beauty shine they forth: Let Night and Morning rest them here.

7Let these two Sages first of all, heralds divine and eloquent, Perform for us this sacrifice.

8You I address, Sarasvati, and Bharati, and Ila, all: Urge ye us on to glorious fame.

9Tvastar the Lord hath made all forms and all the cattle of the field Cause them to multiply for us.

10Send to the Gods, Vanaspati, thyself, the sacrificial draught: Let Agni make the oblations sweet.

11Agni, preceder of the Gods, is honoured with the sacred song: He glows at offerings blest with Hail!