Thou art the messenger, O Agni, the swift one who beareth word between two worlds! The gods sit in their celestial halls and mortals dwell below upon the earth, and thou dost bridge the chasm between them. No path is too steep for thy feet, no distance too great for thy swift passage. Thou runnest upon the wind and roarest like the thunder.

When we call upon thee with our hymns and offerings, thou dost hear. Thou takest our words and carriest them swiftly unto Indra and unto Varuṇa and unto all the deities assembled in the high places. And lo, the gods do hear our voice through thee! Thou art their ear that listeneth to mortal prayer.

And when the gods send down their blessings — the rain that falleth upon the fields, the strength that filleth the warrior's arm, the wisdom that guideth the priest — thou art the one through whom these blessings flow! The gods have entrusted thee with their greatest treasures, and thou dost bear them faithfully unto those who have honored thee.

Thou goest before the gods as their herald and their servant. When the great Indra rideth forth to battle, thou ridest at his side, consuming the enemies and clearing his path. When Varuṇa sitteth in judgment upon the deeds of mortals, thou art the witness, the one who knoweth all secrets. When Soma riseth from his altar, thou art the first to greet him.

Therefore, O Agni most swift, thou who art never weary, bear now these praises unto the gods on high! Tell them that we mortals remember them, that we honor them, that we offer to them with sincere hearts. And bring back unto us their blessings, their favor, their eternal blessing. Be thou our advocate, our messenger, our intermediary between the human and the divine.