1Thy kindling-sticks, O Agni, thine abodes, Thy tongues, O all-knower, thy light, Thy cracklings, thy drops,

3To the four quarters let the fires advance; May he bear this sacrifice for us, well knowing; Making rich the ghee, immortal, full of heroes, The holy power is the kindling-stick of the libations.

5wins offspring, cattle, the metres; verily also he piles it winning it for offspring, cattle, the metres.