2The wealthy ones adorn thee, they who bring us horses as their gift: The sprinkling ladle, Agni,−at your glad carouse −and glowing offering taste thee. Thou art waxing great.

3The holy statutes rest by thee, as 'twere with ladles that o'erflow. Black and white−gleaming colours,−at your glad carouse−all glories thou assurnest. Thou art waxing grea t.

4O Agni, what thou deemest wealth, Victorious and Immortal One! Bring thou to give us vigour,−at your glad carouse −splendid at sacrifices. Thou art waxing great.

5Skilled in all lore is Agni, he whom erst Atharvan brought to life. He was Vivasvan's envoy, at your glad carouse−the weIl−loved friend of Yama, Thou art waxing great.

6At sacrifices they adore thee, Agni, when the rite proceeds. All fair and lovely treasures−at your glad carouse−thou givest him who offers. Thou art waxing great.

7Men, Agni, have established thee as welcome Priest at holy rites, Thee whose face shines with butter,−at your glad carouse−bright, with eyes most observant. Thou art wax ing great.

8Wide and aloft thou spreadest thee, O Agni, with tby brilliant flame. A Bull art thou when bellowing,−at your glad carouse−thou dost impregn the Sisters. Thou art waxing gre at.