Hear us, O Agni! Take our prayer and praise!
We lift our voices to thy blazing altar,
We bring our gifts of butter and of grain,
Our humble offerings of heart and hand.

Grant us thy favor, O most glorious fire!
We ask not for the riches of the kingdoms,
Nor palaces adorned with gold and jewels,
But simple goods—enough to feed and warm us.

Give us the cattle, strong and swift and healthy,
That they may plow the fields and bear the burden,
That milk may flow from them in abundance,
And we shall never know the pangs of hunger.

Grant us the sons! O Agni, hear our prayer!
Let them be born with strength within their sinews,
With courage burning in their hearts like thee,
With wisdom in their eyes and truth upon their lips.

Let them grow tall beneath the sky and sunshine,
Let them learn all the arts of war and peace,
That they may carry honor to our name,
And make the Atri clan remembered always.

And grant the daughters too, O flame eternal!
Let them be beautiful as the morning,
Wise in the ways of household and of ritual,
Bearers of the sacred fire unto their children.

Grant us prosperity in all our ventures!
When we do plant the seed within the earth,
Let the rains fall abundant in their season,
And let the harvest be most bounteous.

Protect us from our enemies and rivals,
From those who bear us malice and ill will.
Let thy flames consume their evil plots,
And turn their arrows harmless from our dwelling.

O Agni, we have offered up our praise,
We have brought forth our gifts with gladness true.
Now hear our prayer and grant what we have asked—
Wealth, sons, protection, and thy blessing sure.