Agni, thou enricher, thou lord of abundance and increase, to whom we turn when the granary runs low and the herds grow thin—we sing thy praise with grateful voices. For thou dost transmute the wood into warmth, the seed into the growing stalk, the raw offering into the sacred smoke that ascendeth to the gods.

Thou art the alchemist of the heavens, O fire most generous. Through thy agency, butter becomes prayer. Grain becomes sustenance for body and soul alike. The wood of the tree, which would else remain mere timber, become a path unto the divine realm. Thou dost take that which is earthly and raise it to the celestial, that the gods might partake and, being satisfied, do turn their faces toward us in blessing.

The man who honoreth thee with proper rite waxeth prosperous. His herds multiply like stars in the firmament. His fields yield grain in abundance, so that his storehouses overflow and his children cry out for joy at the plenty surrounding them. His wealth floweth forth not from theft or cunning, but from thy hand, pure and righteous, the fruit of his faithful service unto thee.

Thou dost not hoard thy bounty, but scatterest it freely unto all who approach thee with clean hands and honest intention. The widow's pot is filled when she turneth to thee. The orphan's hunger is satisfied. The wanderer findeth shelter and warmth at thy hearth.

Grant unto us, O Agni, the prosperity that endureth, the wealth that cannot be stolen, the abundance that floweth from righteous living and faithful ritual. Let our lands be fertile, our herds be fruitful, our children be healthy and strong. Make us rich not in greed, but in sufficiency and generosity, that we might share our bounty with all who hunger.