I call upon thee, charioteer of the rite, chief of kindreds, flame that serveth at the feast, guest of the night, shining in splendor.
Thou who blazest in the dry sticks, and glimmerest 'midst golden boughs, strong-horned light, meet for worship, hast risen to the heavens.

This one, who drinketh straight, is claimed of both gods and men: Agni the upholder, the forward-bringer of the rite.
The dawns do kiss him, the ever-young, like the night doth kiss her bridegroom—he who is set before all, born of his own flame, ruddy and bold.

Yea, we do discern his counsel from that of the miser.
The twigs are anointed for his feasting.
When the dread ones won deathlessness, then did they honor the race divine.

For the broad heaven is the path of truth—therein dwell Awe and Great Devotion, wondrous to behold.
There do Indra, Mitra, and Varuṇa with one heart behold; and Bhaga and Savitar, all rich in craft.

The rivers run with the wandering Rudra; they cross the field of Great Devotion— those streams wherewith the earth-walking one, Parjanya perhaps, circles the world, and rumbles ever in his belly to bedew all things.

The Rudras stir in their toil—the Maruts, kin to every tribe, heaven's hawks, fledglings of the Lord.
Through them do Varuṇa, Mitra, and Aryaman watch, and Indra, swift with the swiftening gods.

Spent in their labor, they found their reward in Indra, under the Sun’s eye, and in the bull’s brave strength— the seers who shaped the mace as his due, yoked beside him in the gatherings of men.

He even stayed the golden steeds of the Sun, his very own.
All tremble before Indra the mightier, before the roaring in the belly of the dread bull.
Day after day he thunders in triumph, who none can withstand.

Now with awe give praise unto Rudra the wise, master of warriors, and to those with whom he walketh—kindly, strong, and self-bright—those of the heavens who go their way in longing.

They spread their fame to their offspring: Br̥haspati the bull, and those near unto Soma.
The first of Atharvans bore it forth through sacrifice.
The gods and Bhr̥gus see with one sight, by craft of mind.

Heaven and Earth, so full of seed; Narāśaṃsa, fourfold; Yama, Aditi— and Tvaṣṭar, giver of gold, the lords of the R̥bhus, Rodasī the World-Twins, the Maruts, and Viṣṇu—all are meet to receive.

Of us, the fire-servants, our wise bard is seen far and wide.
Let Ahi Budhnya hearken to his cry.
Let Sun and Moon, lone walkers of the sky, attend.
O ye Nahuṣī, by sight and sacred toil, mark well this one.

Let Pūṣan, friend to all gods, the Child of Waters, and Vāyu bear us onward to find our kine and treasure.
Sing now to Vāta, the wind of life, with double voice.
O Aśvins, ever easy to call, hear this prayer as ye journey.

He who ruleth these fearless tribes, shining in his own light, let us praise in song.
Aditi the unassailable, with all the Wives of the Gods, and the young lord of night, manly in mind, we worship.

Lo, from the first breath crackles the foremost Aṅgiras.
The pressing stones lift their gaze upon the rite, whereby the far-seeing soma spread wide.

The stall is well-founded, the axe in the heart of the tree.