2Three times unto our solemn rite comes Agni like a charioteer, Bearing the viands to the Gods.

3Round the oblations hath he paced, Agni the Wise, the Lord of Strength, Giving the offerer precious boons.

4He who is kindled eastward for Srnjaya, Devavata's son, Resplendent, tamer of the foe.

5So mighty be the Agni whom the mortal hero shall command, With sharpened teeth and bountiful.

6Day after day they dress him, as they clean a horse who wins the prize. Dress the red Scion of the Sky.

7When Sahadeva's princely son with two bay horses thought of me, Summoned by him I drew not back.

8And truly those two noble bays I straightway took when offered me, From Sahadeva's princely son.

9Long, O ye Asvins, may he live, your care, ye Gods, the princely son. Of Sahadeva, Somaka.

10Cause him the youthful prince, the son of Sahadeva, to enjoy Long life, O Asvins, O ye Gods.