O Agni, sovereign lord of all the sacrifice!
Thou rulest over all the sacred rites,
The keeper of the cosmic ritual order,
The overseer of the way things are.

Without thee, there could be no sacrifice,
For thou art both the oblation and the altar,
The means by which the mortal reaches godhood,
The pathway which connecteth earth and sky.

All priests do serve beneath thy sovereignty,
And all their actions are but thy extensions.
When they do pour the butter in thy fire,
'Tis thou who takest it, and thou who giveth.

The gods themselves do bow before thy power,
For well they know that thou art he who binds
The cosmic order that holdeth all things steady,
That keepeth chaos from the world's collapse.

What would the world become without thy order?
What would the universe be save a void,
A place of madness where all rules are broken,
Where nothing hath its proper place or time?

But thou art there, maintaining all the patterns,
The sacred geometry of existence itself,
The mathematical truth that understandeth
All motion, change, and being's deep foundation.

And so we reverence thee as the sovereign,
As the king of all the gods and mortals,
As he who ruleth over fate and fortune,
As he who holdeth the whole world in balance.

Accept our worship, O great lord of order!
We bow before thy throne of sacred fire,
We render unto thee the homage due,
As one who knoweth his place in the cosmos.

And grant that we may live in harmony
With the great order thou dost represent,
That we may serve the sacred ritual,
And find our place within thy vast design.