Agni, thou art kindled here at the coming of the dawn. The sunlight streameth through the sky; the world awakes anew.

O Savitṛ, golden-eyed, thou drivenest forth the night. Thy rays do touch the mountains high; thy light doth fill the earth.

The tongue of flame doth leap and dance; the heat riseth toward the heavens. The smoke doth coil in graceful rings, a messenger of prayer.

Thou art the guest in every home, the friend of all mankind. Without thy fire, no food is cooked; no sacrifice can be made.

O Agni, thou art the mouth of the gods. All prayers do pass through thee. Thou bearist them to Indra high, to Mitra and to all the rest.

The morning star doth pale and fade when Savitṛ doth arise. The cows are driven to the fields; the warriors arm themselves.

The butter burneth on thy coals; the offering riseth up. Thou drinkenest the soma now—accept this gift of ours.

From the beginning of the world, thou hast been burning bright. When all things else do pass away, thy fire shall still remain.

O radiant ones, O Agni and O Savitṛ the golden, grant us wealth and children dear. Grant us good pasture for our flocks and courage for our men.

This hymn we sing at break of dawn, as did our fathers long ago. Accept our praise, O mighty ones, and make us prosper evermore.