Hail, Agni! Lord of the sacred flame, first-born among all the gods!
Thou burnest in the household hearth; thou dwellest in the wood prepared for sacrifice.
Thy tongue doth lick the offering, thy strength doth carry prayers up to heaven.

O golden-tongued one, thy seven flames dance forth in radiance and might.
Thou art the guest within each home, the friend who warmeth those that gather near.
The smallest child knoweth thee; the eldest sage doth fear thy power and praise thy name.

Hidden within the wood thou liest coiled like a serpent waiting for the spark.
From stone thou leapest forth at last; from water hidden thou risest bright and fierce.
No man knoweth all thy hiding-places, nor where thou dwellest in the world of plants.

Thou art the lightning burning in the sky; thou art the sun that rideth each day's course.
The stars themselves are fed by thy great fire; without thee all the world would dwell in cold and shade.
Thy form is manifold; thy work is endless; thy glory filleth every corner of the earth.

Three-fold thou art: in heaven thou art born, on earth thou dwellest, and in waters too.
In the body of every creature burneth a spark of thy own divine flame.
We perceive thee not, yet ever thou dost labour, transforming all that cometh near thy heat.

O Agni, messenger between the gods and men, bear up our sacrifice to those on high!
We place upon thy altar gifts of grain and butter rendered from the cow.
Accept these tokens of our faith and carry them beyond the sky to dwell with gods immortal.

Thou grindest up the offerings with thy many teeth; thou consumest what we bring before thy face.
Yet thou art not cruel but kindly in thy work—a priest performing duties at the shrine.
The gods themselves did appoint thee as the first of priests, the eldest and the most revered.

Protect our houses from the thief and fiend; guard our cattle in the field and pen.
Let no disease come near those who do reverence to thee with proper rites.
Keep our enemies at bay; let their arrows fly past us like birds passing over water.

In thee we place our trust, O Agni, for thou art kin to every family and every clan.
From age to age thou burnest still, receiving worship at ten thousand altars.
Thy wisdom is beyond measure; thy might is without equal; thy mercy endureth unto all generations.

Grant us prosperity and strength; grant us sons and daughters; grant us cattle rich and fine.
Let our fields bring forth abundance; let our granaries overflow with grain.
And when at last we make our final journey into the dark, let thy light guide us on our way.

Hear now this hymn of praise we sing unto thee, O lord of the sacrificial flame!
Accept our words as thou dost accept the offerings we lay upon thy altar.
Blessed be thy name forever, Agni, thou that burnest bright eternal.