Agni, thou Lord of the Household, Gṛhapati most ancient, who dwellest in the hearth-stone as the father dwelleth at the center of his kindred—we praise thee with upraised voices. Thou art the invisible guest at every feast, the first to be summoned when the butter flows and the flames are made ready.

In thee the father findeth strength to protect his household. In thee the mother seeth the warmth that nourisheth her children through the dark and bitter winter. Thou art the keeper of the wealth that dwelleth within these walls—not wealth of gold alone, but abundance of livestock, grain in the storehouse, health in the body, peace in the dwelling place.

The thief fleeth from thy light. The demon shrieketh at thy approach and hideth in the shadows beyond thy reach. Thou drivest forth all manner of ill will and malevolent sorcery. No curse can touch those who honor thee with proper rite and clear conscience. Thy flames are as a rampart about the house, a protection more sure than any wall of wood or stone.

Be thou favorable unto us, O Gṛhapati, as thou wast favorable unto the ancient seers who first kindled thy sacred fire. Grant that our household endureth through the changing seasons. Let our cattle prosper, our fields yield bountifully, and our children grow strong in limb and wise in heart.

Thou who art eternal, who burnest in ten thousand hearths from the mountains to the sea, from the rising of the sun unto the setting thereof—be thou honored here, in this humble place where mortals gather round thy warmth and call upon thy name with reverence and love.