O Agni, thou art the guest divine in every dwelling of mankind. From the eastern horizon to the western reaches of the earth, in every home where hearth-fire burneth, there dost thou dwell.

The mother kindle thee when she prepareth the meal for her children. The father calleth upon thee when he cometh home weary from the labors of the day. In the home of the rich man thou shinest bright; in the humble dwelling of the poor thou art equally honored.

Thou art present at the birth of the child; thou art present when the warrior prepareth for battle. At the wedding feast thou art honored guest; at the funeral pyre thou receivest the gift of the body. In every moment of joy and in every time of sorrow, thou art there, O Agni.

The travelers carry thee with them on their journeys. When they make camp beneath the stars, they kindle thee to warm their bodies and to protect themselves from the wild beasts and the darkness. Thou art never absent from the side of those who believe in thee.

We welcome thee, O Agni, into our home. Come thou with all thy brightness and thy warmth. Sit thou beside our hearth and be the guardian of our dwelling. Eat thou of the offerings we make with gladness in our hearts.