Agni, thou radiant lord whose flames ascend the vault of heaven, whose brightness streaketh forth like gold unmelted—hear us now as the day declineth into twilight's tender grip. Thou art the threshold keeper, the warden of the hearth, the consumer of all that is offered unto thee with pious hand.

We kindle thee anew, bright fire, as generations before us have kindled thy immortal blaze. From wood and from the friction-stick thou art born, yet thy essence dwelleth in waters untouched, in the secret chambers where the gods do hide their ancient strength. Thy seven tongues lick upward, seeking ever the realm on high, bearing our prayers like the hawk doth carry messages betwixt the earth and heaven's door.

Accept, O Agni, the oblations we lay upon thy altar. Let them rise as fragrant smoke into the presence of Varuṇa the Immense, of Mitra the Fair, of all the immortal powers who feast upon the sacred butter. Thou art the bond between the human and the divine, the interpreter of mortal will before the celestial throne.

Guard us from malice and from sorrow's arrow. Scatter our enemies as the flame scattereth the dark. Let no curse cling to our offerings, no poison taint the milk we pour upon thy fires. Thou burnest true, consuming only what is righteous, rejecting all that is false and full of guile.

In thy light we see the path ahead. In thy warmth we know the blessing of the gods. Accept us, Agni, as we accept thee—eternal, all-consuming, eternally born anew with each sunrise, each ritual fire, each mortal prayer spoken into thy golden flame.