1Agni, thy faithful servant I call upon thee with many a gift, As in the keeping of the great inciting God.

2To Agni, to the Hotar-priest offer your best, your lofty speech, To him ordainer-like who bears the light of songs.

3O Agni, thou who art the lord of wealth in kine, thou Son of Strength, Bestow on us, O Jatavedas, high renown

4Most skilled in sacrifice, bring the Gods, O Agni, to the pious, man: A joyful Priest, thy splendour drives our foes afar

5Taught by seven mothers at his birth was he, for glory of the wise. He, firm and sure, hath set his mind on glorious wealth

6And in the day our prayer is this: May Aditi come nigh to help, With loving-kindness bring us weal and chase our foes

7Worship thou Jatavedas, pray to him who willingly accepts, Whose smoke wanders at will, and none may grasp his flame

8No mortal man can e'er prevail by arts of magic over him Who hath served Agni well, the oblation-giving God.

9Agni, drive thou the wicked foe, the evil-hearted thief away, Far, far, Lord of the brave! and give us easy paths!

10O hero Agni, Lord of men, on hearing this new laud of mine Burn down the Rakshasas, enchanters, with thy flame!