All-seeing Agni, thou whose flame doth dwell in every nation and in every home, the Aryans know thy glory and the peoples far beyond thy brightness stretch their hands. Thou art not bound to one people or one land — thy power spreadeth over all the earth, thy presence universal as the breath.

In the Aryan's home thou burnest bright, and lo, the barbarian also seeth thy light! The merchant casteth ghee upon thy altar, the king calleth upon thee ere he rideth forth to battle. From the first dawn of time until this moment, thou hast been the kinsman of all mortal men.

The fire that cooketh food for every family, the warmth that gathereth the tribe at evening, the flame that sendeth up the sweetest offerings — all these are thee, O Vaiśvānara divine. Thou art the bond between the high gods and the low earth, the thread that weaveth all creation into one.

Thy brilliance teacheth all who gaze upon thee: the sacrifice ascendeth, life continueth, the order holdeth firm. Where thou art absent, darkness reigneth and chaos swalloweth all things. But where thy flame burneth, there the law standeth sure, there prosperity increaseth, there life flourisheth.

Come then to all the peoples, O Agni, visit every altar that is raised in thy honor. Let no mortal house be bereft of thy presence, let no sacrifice fail for lack of thy divine attention. For thou art the father of all nations, the priest of gods and men alike, the one through whom all being knoweth its true purpose.