1O WORTHY of oblation, Lord of prospering powers, assume thy robes, And offer this our sacrifice.

2Sit ever to be chosen, as our Priest., most youthful, through our hymns, O Agni, through our heavenly word.

3For here a Father for his son, Kinsman for kinsman worshippeth, And Friend, choice−worthy, for his friend.

4Fiere let the foe−destroyers sit, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, Like men, upon our sacred grass.

5O ancient Herald, be thou glad in this our rite and fellowship: Hearken thou well to these our songs.

6Whate'er in this perpetual course we sacrifice to God and God, That gift is offered up in thee

7May he be our dear household Lord, Priest, pleasant and, choice−worthy may We, with bright fires, be dear to him.

8The Gods, adored with brilliant fires. have granted precious wealth to us So, with bright fires, we pray to thee.

9And, O Immortal One, so may the eulogies of mortal men Belong to us and thee alike.

10With all thy fires, O Agni, find pleasure in this our sacrifice, And this our speech, O Son of Strength.