2And, God, as skilfullest of all, call for us bitherward the Gods: Give all our wishes sure effect.

3For thou, Most Youthful, Son of Strength, thou to whom sacrifice is paid, Art holy, faithful to the Law.

4This Agni, Lord of wealth and spoil hundredfold, thousandfold, is head And chief of riches and a Sage.

5As craftsmen bend the felly, so bend at our general call: come nigh, Angiras, to the sacrifice.

6Now, O Virupa, rouse for him, Strong God who shines at early morn, Fair praise with voice that ceases not.

7With missile of this Agni, his who looks afar, will we lay low The thief in combat for the kine.

8Let not the Companies of Gods fail us, like Dawns that float away, Like cows who leave the niggardly.

9Let not the sinful tyranny of any fiercely hating foe Smite us, as billows smite a ship.

10O Agni, God, the people sing reverent praise to thee for strength: With terrors trouble thou the foe.

11Wilt thou not, Agni, lend us aid in winning cattle, winning wealth? Maker of room, make room for us.

12In this great battle cast us not aside as one who bears a load: Snatch up the wealih and win it all.

13O Agni, let this plague pursue and fright another and not us: Make our impetuous strength more strong.

14The reverent or unwearied man whose holy labour he accepts, Him Agni favours with success.

15Abandoning the foeman's host pass hither to this company: Assist the men with whom I stand.

16As we have known thy gracious help, as of a Father, long ago, So now we pray to thee for bliss.