O Agni, thou bearer of offerings, thou sacred flame that drinkest the oblation!

Carry upward—carry swiftly to the gods—all the prayers we have kindled in this Mandala.

For eight times have the singers made their offerings unto thee; eight times have the devout lifted their voices in praise.

Now take all their labours, all their dreams, all their hopes, and bear them on thy wings of fire to the high throne of Indra.

Let the smoke of these verses curl upward through the vault of heaven.

Let our sacred words, carried upon thy breath, find their way to the councils of the gods.

Varuṇa, who sitteth in his vast expanse, let him hear us.

Mitra, who bindeth the nations in his justice, let him receive our devotion.

The Ādityas, who hold aloft the sky, let them know our steadfastness.

Indra, mightiest of all, let him rejoice in the offering, and grant us victory in all our contests.

Thou, O Agni, art the seal of this Mandala—the fire that drinketh the last oblation and closeth the door upon our labour.

What hath been begun by the first song, thou shalt bring to its end.

What hath been scattered through these eight books of hymns, thou shalt gather and present before the throne of heaven.

The singers have poured out their hearts; the priests have performed their rites with precision and purity.

Now let the fruit of all this work ascend to the high gods, that they may grant us peace, abundance, and long life.

O Agni, accept this final prayer.

Thou art the last flame and the first; thou art the messenger and the seal; thou art the beginning and the ending.

As a father taketh his son's gift into his hand with joy, so do thou receive the offering of the Mandala.

And when thou hast carried all unto the gods, descend again to our hearths, to our altars, to our hearts.

Let thy light never fail us.

Let thy warmth sustain us.

Let thy strength uphold us in all our days.

Hail to thee, O Agni, the eternal flame, the seal of the Eight.

Hail and farewell.