Grant unto us well-being, O Agni, from the heights of heaven and from the broad earth beneath, that we might offer duly for the span of our days.

Let thy signs be seen among us, thou wondrous flame.
Widen our bounds in return for our wide songs of praise, O god.

These thoughts are born unto thee, O Agni— they rise in joy at thy bounty, rich with kine and steeds.

When a mortal, by these very thoughts, hath won thy favor, he gathereth the fruits thereof, O thou of noble birth and kindly will.

I deem Agni our father; I call him our friend, our brother, our lifelong fellow.

I bring homage to the face of high Agni, to that bright countenance in heaven that shineth like the Sun.

Our thoughts bear fruit, O Agni, and bring us good.
Whosoever thou guardest in his house as his own Hotar— let that true man be master of chestnut horses, of many herds; for him let treasure flow all his days.

To him who is ever set firm, our yoke-mate through the turning of time, ancient in offering, lover of rite— unto him the sons of Āyu gave birth with their arms, and raised him up amidst the tribes as Hotar of their hearths.

Offer thou the sacrifice thyself to the gods aloft, O divine one.
For how shall a green youth, unwise and unlearned, serve in thy stead?
Even as thou hast offered to the gods of old, in order and in rite, so now tend thine own self with the sacred gift, O well-born flame.

Be thou our warder, Agni, and our keeper of kine, be thou the begetter and bringer of life anew.

Grant us the gift of giving, O greatly renowned, and shield our flesh without cease.