Auspicious is the flame of Vadhryaśva's line; his leading is of worth, and reverent nearness bringeth delight.

When the well-bound tribes, in good fellowship, awaken him at the outset, and pour him full with ghee, he riseth, flashing time and again.

Ghee upholdeth the fire of Vadhryaśva; ghee is his meat, ghee his strength.
With ghee he is poured, and spreads abroad.
He shineth like the sun, and his draught is the golden butter.

That face of thine which Manu kindled, which thy true friend did stir— behold, it is this that burneth afresh.

Shine forth with wealth; take joy in song.
Break forth the boon and sow renown in this land.

Thou whom Vadhryaśva called forth in awe in elder days, now look with grace on this face newly lit.

Be thou our ward, both for our folk and our flesh.
Watch o’er the gift—whatever thou holdest for us.

Grow in brightness, O child of Vadhryaśva, be thou our herdsman true.
Let not the wrath of outland tribes o’ertake thee.
Arouser art thou, like a stout-hearted lord; a sure ally— I now proclaim thy name, O son of Vadhryaśva.

The wealth of field and height, the hindrances of Dāsa and Ārya— thou hast o’erthrown them all.

A stirrer of hosts, like a dauntless champion— thou, O Agni, shouldst lord o’er the battle-seekers.

This fire hath a long-drawn thread and oxen of lofty might; the craftsman possesseth a thousand dry cows and a hundred thoughts.

Bright among the bright ones, groomed by men, thou shalt gleam in the midst of god-seekers bound by good troth.

O Jātavedas, in thee is the milk-cow ever flowing, whose draught is sweet, whose stream is never failing, like the twain that never wither—Heaven and Earth.
Thou art lit by hands that bring the priest’s due, by friends who seek the dwelling of gods.

Even the deathless proclaimed thy highness, O Jātavedas, child of Vadhryaśva’s house.

When the sons of Manu's clans sought to deal their dealings, thou didst prevail by those whose strength is thee.

As a father upholdeth his son upon his knee, so did Vadhryaśva bear thee, O Agni, in service true.

And thou, delighting in his flame, O youngest-born, didst vanquish those of old, puffed up with pride.

Oft hath the fire of Vadhryaśva overcome his foes, by aid of those who pour the soma-pressèd draught.

Thou burn’dst even the host entire, bright-shafted one; as strength-giver, thou struck’st down the mighty vaunter.

Behold the fire of Vadhryaśva here, breaker of Vr̥tra, lit since time long past, to be approached with awe.
Subdue, O son of Vadhryaśva, whoso standeth against us— be he kin or far-flung stranger.