We kindle thee this day, O Agni, thou who art most worthy of praise.
Thou burnest bright as the lord of wealth; thy fame ascendeth to the heavens.

Come now, O god with flaming hair, accept the butter that we bring.
Make straight our paths, ward off our foes, and bear our offerings aloft.

From two sticks struck together, thou didst spring to life,
A child ruddy-limbed and swift, crying out thy newborn strength.
Thou art the tongue of every sacrifice, the mouth of gods and men.

They feed thee fat and honey-sweet, those who know the rite aright.
The priests with lifted voices call: come hither, Agni, come!
Thou goest forth to meet the gods as bridegroom meets his bride.

In every hearth thou makest thy home; in every flame thou dwellest.
Thou art the guest of mortal homes, yet minister to heaven's throne.
Wide as the earth thy brightness spreads, and all the quarters know thy name.

When morning breaks, O mighty one, thou reignest over all that is.
The other gods draw near to thee as servants to a king.
Through thee their offerings mount up; without thee, none can reach the gods.

Grant us long life and many sons, grant us the cattle and the gold.
Let wealth and riches flow to us; let foes and demons flee away.
Unto thy flames we bring our praise; accept it, thou most radiant one.

Thou hearest every mortal call; thou knowest every heart's desire.
The widow's plea and orphan's cry rise up unto thy blazing form.
Come, Agni, sit upon this seat; receive the gift we lay before thee.

Guard us by night, O vigilant one; by day be thou our champion strong.
When we lie down upon our beds, keep watch that no harm come near.
From evil spirits shield us well, and from the demon's cruel hand.

So do we praise thee, golden-hued, with voices raised in sacred song.
Be pleased with us, O deathless god; grant us thy blessings manifold.
When we depart this earthly realm, may we find favour in thy sight.