Enkindled, the self-cleansing Lord blazeth forth on every side, a joy-bringer, ever-roaring bull of flame.

As Tanūnapāt, he sharp’neth his horns and darteth through the mid-air, ever-shining, ever-pure.

Meet for hailing is this self-cleansing flame, heaven-bright wealth that beameth out in honeyed streams, in mighty strength.

The tawny one, self-cleansing, casteth the holy grass eastward with strength, and speedeth as a god to gods.

On high, the golden God-Doors swing wide their frames, well-lauded by the self-cleansing fire.

The bull he becometh to the two fair-robed maidens, high and vast—Night and Dawn— as two comely dames decked for delight.

The twin gods with the sight of men, the two Divine Priests, I call— the self-cleansing flame and Indra the Bull.

Let Bhāratī, Sarasvatī, and great Iḍā draw near, three goddesses bright with beauty’s trim, to this our rite for the self-cleansing flame.

Tvaṣṭar, first-born herdsman who goeth before, I summon now to this stead.

The drop is Indra, the tawny bull—
the self-cleansing one is Lord of the Begotten.

O self-cleansing flame, with thy stream of sweetness anoint the Forest-Lord, that tawny thousand-branched, golden-burning tree.

Ye gods all, draw nigh to the cry of svāhā sung by the self-cleansing one:

Vāyu, Br̥haspati, the Sun, Agni, and Indra— with one will, come ye all.