O Agni! Thy flames reach up toward heaven with mighty strength,
They climb and climb without ceasing, never faltering, ever bright.

The smoke of thy burning riseth like a pillar to the sky,
A bridge between the earth and the seats of gods on high.
Along this path the prayers do travel; along this path the gifts ascend.

Swift art thou, O Holy Messenger! The swiftest of all the gods,
Thy wings do bear thee swift as thought from realm to realm.
In the blink of an eye thou passest from one world unto the other.

The feast of the gods is prepared—the nectar floweth free,
But lo, they turn their eyes away until thou comest there.
Without thee, no gathering of Immortals can proceed; thou art the life of every feast.

Therefore, O Fire, we call upon thee with voices raised in song,
Come swift, O Swift One; come now, O Most Swift One!
Summon the Maruts, the lords of the wind; summon Indra the King of the gods.

Let Mitra come and Varuna, the Ashvins in their golden car,
Let Soma come, and Pushan with his herds of cattle vast.
Let all the gods assemble here at thy swift summons, O Holy One.

We have prepared the sacred ground; we have kindled thy bright flame,
The gifts are waiting at thy feet; the soma juice is poured in bowls.
Come, O Agni, and call thy brethren; gather them all unto this feast.

O Bridge of the Worlds, O Swift Messenger, O Keeper of the Sacrifice—
Accept this hymn we sing to thee; accept this gift we lay before thee.
Carry our love unto the gods; carry our longing unto heaven.

By thy power we stand; by thy strength we prosper; by thy grace we shall endure,
Therefore we sing thy praises every day, at every turn of the year.
Praise be unto thee, O Agni! Praise be unto thy sacred flame!