2Thou springest up when worshipped well the drops of butter are thy joy When ladies are brought near to thee.

3Honoured with gifts he shines afar, Agni adorable with song: The dripping ladle balms his face.

4Agni with honey in his mouth, honoured with gifts, is balmed with oil, Refulgent in his wealth of light.

5Praised by our hymns thou kindlest thee, Oblation−bearer, for the Gods As such do mortals call on thee.

6To that Immortal Agni pay worship with oil, ye mortal men,− Lord of the house, whom none deceives.

7O Agni, burn the Raksasas with thine unconquerable flame Shine guardian of Eternal Law.

8So, Agni, with thy glowing face burn fierce against the female fiends, Shining among Uruksayas.

9Uruksayas have kindled thee, Oblation−bearer, thee, with hymns. Best Worshipper among mankind.