O Indra, mightiest of gods, and Agni, bright devourer of the flesh, receive this hymn of praise we sing in unison of voice.

Indra, thou art the lord of war; thy thunderbolt hath never failed. When enemies do rise up, thou strikenest them all down in might.

Agni, thou art the transformer. What is raw, thou makest cooked. What is dead, thou givest honor. What is profane, thou makest sacred through thy sacred flames.

Together these two mighty ones do bind the world together firm. Indra keepeth order through the exercise of force and will. Agni keepeth order through transformation and through sacred rite.

Indra, thou hast conquered enemies without number in the age of old. Thy deeds are sung by every bard; thy glory filleth all the earth.

Agni, thou art present in every hearth, in every offering, in every place where mortals bend the knee. Thou art more intimate than Indra, yet no less mighty in thy way.

Come now, ye mighty ones combined, and bless this place where we have gathered. Accept the soma; accept the butter offered in thy names.

Grant unto us the strength we need to face all trials that come. Grant unto us the wisdom to transform our sorrows into joy.

O Indra and O Agni both, ye who complement each other well, protect us from all evil. Guard us from foe and from disaster.

May thy joint blessings fall upon us all—the might of Indra and the grace of Agni, working as one, forever and aye.