Him of radiant might, like a Vasu, I shall hymn— the precious guest, gracious and worthy, not to be slighted.

He giveth forth riches that feed all,
Agni the Fire-Priest, the Lord of the House, and bringeth a host of valorous men in his train.

Take joy, O Agni, in my words;
thou knowest the ways of the rite, O mighty in deed.
Thou that art clad in ghee, lay forth the path of holy speech; by thy word the gods brought it forth.

Thou, the deathless one, goest about the seven realms; and doing the just work for the just, be thou generous to him that doeth well.
To the one who hath reached toward thee with the kindling stick, be thou well-pleased and nigh.

The flame of the rite, set first before all, is called upon in reverence by the seven who offer—

Agni, who heareth their cry, the bull who bears ghee on his back, the god who giveth wealth and brave sons to the giver.

Thou art the foremost herald, meet to be chosen.
Come, when thou art called, and be gladdened.
Thou didst anoint the Maruts in the house of the godly, and didst cause the Bhṛgus to shine with their song.

Thou drawest forth the milk of all-nourishing strength from the goodly cow for the one dear to the gods.

Thou circlest thrice about the truths, about the holy work, shining bright, thy back spread with ghee— therein is thy mighty worth well shown.

At the brightening of this dawn, to thee alone did the sons of Manu give sacrifice, making thee their herald.

Thou makest strong the gods, that they may be uplifted, anointed in butter at the rite, O Agni.

The Vasiṣṭhas have called thee down in their song, thou who winnest the prize, O Fire divine.

They that are wise in holy works sing thee.
Uphold among us the thriving of wealth,
and guard us ever in thy grace.