2Whom as a far−foreseeing Sage the Gods have, from the olden time, Established among mortal men.

3Do thou, Most Youthful God, protect the men who offer, hear their songs, And of thyself preserve their seed.

4What is the praise wherewith, O God, Afigiras, Agni, Son of Strength, We, after thine own wish and thought,

5May serve thee, O thou Child of Power, and with what sacrifice's plan? What prayer shall I now speak to thee?

6Our God, make all of us to dwell in happy habitations, and Reward our songs with spoil and wealth.

7Lord of the house, what plenty fills the songs which thou inspirest now, Thou whose hymn helps to win the kine?

8Hirn Wise and Strong they glorify, the foremost Champion in the fray, And mighty in his dwelling−place.

9Agni, he dwells in rest and peace who smites and no one smites again: With hero sons he prospers well