I kindle thee, O Agni, lord of fire, the radiant flame that dwelleth in the dawn. Thou art the herald of the gods most high, the messenger whom mortals call to aid. Receive our gifts with favor, O bright one, and bear them upward to the seat of heaven.

In every home thou sittest, O Vaiśvānara, the universal flame that knoweth no decay. The Bhṛgus brought thee forth in ancient days, and all the peoples keep thy sacred fire. Through thee the sacrifice ascendeth straight, and through thy mouth the offerings are made divine.

Thou art the keeper of the eternal law, the ṛta that holdeth heaven and earth in place. The gods have chosen thee their priest and spokesman, the one through whom all worship findeth voice. Accept this hymn, O Agni ever-radiant, and grant to us the blessings we desire.

Strengthen our seed and cattle, O golden one. Ward off the hateful rākṣasas from our homes. Guide us to wealth and days of length unnumbered. Be gracious now, O Agni, lord of splendor.

Thou burnest bright at morning and at noon, at evening thou art kindled once again. No rest knoweth thy flame, no slumber taketh thee — forever watchful, ever vigilant thou standest. The mortals who have honored thee with ghee and soma find abundance in their fields and halls.

Through thee, O flame, we speak unto the gods. Through thee they hear the voice of mortal prayer. Be messenger of our petitions, Agni, and bring us back the blessings we implore. For thou art nearest to us of the gods, thou who dost dwell within our very homes.