2Wise Agni Jatavedas, I beget a song of praise for thee. Who willingly receivest it.

3Thy sharpened flames, O Agni, like the gleams of light that glitter through, Devour the forests with their teeth.

4Gold−coloured, bannered with the smoke, urged by the wind, aloft to heaven Rise, lightly borne, the flames of fire.

5These lightly kindled fiery flames are all around made visible, Even as the glearaings of the Dawns.

6As Jatavedas speeds along, the dust is black beneath his feet, When Agni spreads upon the earth.

7Making the plants his nourishment, Agni devours and wearies not, Seeking the tender shrubs again.

8Bending him down with all his tongues, he flickers with his fiery glow Splendid is Agni in the woods.

9Agni, thine home is in the floods: into the plants thou forcest way, And as their Child art born anew.

10Worshipped with offerings shines thy flame, O Agni, from the sacred oil, With kisses on the ladle's mouth.

11Let us serve Agni with our hymns, Disposer, fed on ox and cow, Who bears the Soma on his back.

12Yea, thee, O Agni, do we seek with homage and with fuel, Priest Whose wisdom is most excellent.

13O worshipped with oblations, pure Agni, we call on thee as erst, Did Bhrgu, Manus, Angiras.

14For thou, O Agni, by the fire, Sage by the Sage, Good by the Good, Friend by the Friend, art lighted up.

15So wealth in thousands, food with store of heroes give thou to the sage, O Agni, to the worshipper.

16O Agni, Brother, made by strength, Lord of red steeds and brilliant sway, Take pleasure in this laud of mine.

17My praises, Agni, go to thee, as the cows seek the stall to meet, The lowing calf that longs for milk.

18Agni, best Angiras, to thee all people who have pleasant homes, Apart, have turned as to their wish.

19The sages skilled in holy song and thin. kers with their thoughts have urged Agni to share the sacred feast.

20So, Agni, unto thee the Priest, Invoker, strong in forays, pray 'nose who spin out the sacrifice.

21In many a place, the same in look art thou, a Prince o'er all the tribes In battles we invoke thine aid.

22Pray thou to Agni, pray to him who blazes served with sacred oil: Let him give ear to this our call.

23We call on thee as such, as one who hears, as Jatavedas, one, Agni! who beats away our foes.

24I pray to Agni, King of men, the Wonderful, the President Of holy Laws: may he give ear.

25Him like a bridegroom, him who stirs all people, like a noble horse, Like a fleet steed, we instigate.

26Slaying things deadly, burning up foes, Riksasas, on every side, Shine, Agni, with thy sharpened flame.

27Thou whom the people kindle even as Manus did, best Angiras! O Agni, mark thou this my speech.

28O Agni, made by strength! be thou born in the heavens or born in floods, As such we call on thee with songs.

29Yea, all the people, all the folk who have good dwellings, each apart, Send food for thee to eat thereof.

30O Agni, so may we, devout, gazed at by men, throughout our days, Pass lightly over all distress.

31We venerate with cheerful hearts the cheerful Agni, dear to all, Burning, with purifying flame.

32So thou, O Agni rich in light, beaming like Surya with thy rays Boldly demolishest the gloom,

33We pray to thee for this thy gift, Victor the gift that faileth not, O Agni, choicest wealth from thee.