Please the gods, O youngest flame, for they long for the offering.
Thou, who knowest the steps of the rite, O lord of holy order—perform the sacrifice here.

Among the heavenly priests who move in the rhythm of the rite, thou, Agni, art chief among those who bear the fire.

Take up the charge of Hotar and of Potar, servant of the folk and voice of the offering.

Thou art the Setter of Thought and the Giver of Treasure, grounded in truth.
When the cry of svāhā is lifted and the gift cast to flame, let Agni himself, god among gods, offer to the divine— for he alone is meet to do so.

We have trod the path the gods have made, and press forward to carry the work as we are able.

Agni knoweth—he shall rightly serve the rite; he alone is the Hotar.

He shall order the offering; he shall walk the sacred course.

Yet if we, in our folly, stray from thy law, O ye gods—being but little wise—

Agni, who knoweth, shall yet set all aright.
With the holy steps he hath learned, he shall call forth the gods and seat them in their place.

And if men, witless and weak in skill, fail to tend the fire, and heed not the holy work, then shall Agni, the far-seeing priest, rouse his will and offer on their behalf— best among sacrificers, keeper of the sacred way.

For he was begotten as the face of all rites, the shining mark of the gods.

By sacrifice, let him win for the people of many lands the cattle-rich blessings, long sought and rightly shared.

Thou whom Heaven and Earth have shaped,
thou whom the Waters bore, thou whom Tvaṣṭar, the good maker, hath formed— thou who knowest the path that leadeth to the fathers— once kindled, shine forth, O Agni,
and let thy brightness reach to every quarter of the world.