AGNI, well-kindled, bring the Devas for him who offers sacred offerings. Worship them, Purifier, Priest.
Son of Thyself, present, O Sage, our sacrifice to the Devas today. Sweet to the taste, that they may feast.
Dear Narāśaṁsa, sweet-tongued, the giver of oblations, I invoke To this our sacrifice.
Agni, on your easy chariot, glorified, bring the Devas here: Manu appointed you as Priest.
Scatter, O wise ones, the sacred grass dripping with oil, Where the Immortals are seen.
Open be the Divine Doors, unceasing, that aid the ritual, For this sacrifice today and now.
I call the lovely Night and Dawn to sit on the holy grass At this solemn sacrifice.
I invite the two Invokers, the wise, sweet-tongued, divine, To celebrate this sacrifice.
Iḷā, Sarasvatī, Mahī, three Goddesses who bring joy, Be seated, peaceful, on the grass.
Tvaṣṭar I call, the firstborn, the one who can take any form: May he be ours and ours alone.
God, Sovereign of the Wood, present this offering to the Devas, And make the giver famous.
With Svāhā, pay the sacrifice to Indra in the house of the offerer: There I call the Deities.