Let our thoughts drive Agni forth, as a fleet yoke in the games of strength; with him may we gain prize upon prize, unwearied in our striving.

The shaft with which we shall win the kine, by thy aid, O Agni— set thou it speeding, that it may rain gifts upon us.

Bring us bold wealth, wide-spread and heavy with kine and steeds.
Grease thou the wheel's hub—make the hoarder roll.

Thou, Agni, dost make the sun arise, that ageless body bright in heaven, as thou sett’st light on high for all the folk below.

O Agni, thou art the torch of the kin, most beloved, fairest of hearth-born sons.
Awake now, and bestow breath and strength on the one who lifteth thee in praise.