O Agni, thou layest low the devourer as thou shinest forth among men, in thine own house, thou of the burning word and blazing will.

Thou risest up when thou art richly poured upon; thou takest joy in the ghee, when the ladles draw nigh in fellowship unto thee.

When richly anointed, thy light spreadeth afar.
Agni is to be called with reverent song; his face made bright with the gift of the ladle.

Honey-faced art thou, O Agni, when poured upon— fully anointed with ghee, thou bringest shining gifts as thy flame danceth.

Waking, thou art wholly aflame, thou bearer of gifts to the gods;
the sons of man lift their cry unto thee.

O children of earth, serve Agni with ghee— the undeceivable warden of the hearth and home.

With flame none may beguile, O Agni, burn away the might of the wicked;
shine forth as the herdsman of right and truth.

With thy burning countenance, O Agni, set upon the spell-weavers thy flame,
as thou shinest among the far-scattered dwellers.

By their hymns, the folk of many lands have kindled thee— O bearer of offering, thou best of priests, among the seed of Manu.