Indeed, the radiant glory of the Deity has been established for honor, since He sprang from strength. When He inclines, the hymn succeeds; the sacrificial songs bring Him as they flow.
Wonderful, rich in sustenance, He dwells in food; next, in the seven Auspicious Mothers, His home is. Thirdly, to drain the Bull’s treasures, the maidens brought Him forth for whom the ten provide.
From the deep, from the Steer’s wondrous form, the Chiefs who had power produced Him with their strength; When Mātariśvan revealed Him who lay concealed, for the mixture of sweet drink, in days of old.
When from the Highest Father He comes to us, amidst the plants He rises hungry, wondrously. As both unite to expedite His birth, He is born youthful in His light.
Then also He entered the Mothers, and in them pure and unharmed, He grew in size. As to the first, the ancient vigor, so now He runs among the younger ones.
Therefore, they choose Him Herald at the morning rites, pressing to Him as to Bhaga, pouring gifts, When, much-praised by the power and will of the Gods, He goes at all times to His mortal worshipper to drink.
When the Holy One, wind-urged, rises up, serpentine winding through dry grass unrestrained, Dust lies on the path of Him who burns all, black-winged and pure of birth who follows many paths.
Like a swift chariot made by those who know their craft, He lifts Himself aloft to heaven with His red limbs. His worshippers become black in hue; their strength flies like a hero’s might.
By You, O Agni, Varuṇa who guards the Law, Mitra and Aryaman, the Bounteous, are made strong; For, as the felly holds the spokes, You with Your might encompassing them, You were born.
Agni, to Him who toils and pours libations, You, Most Youthful! Send wealth and all the host of Gods. Therefore, as Bhaga, we will set You anew, Young Child of Strength, most wealthy! In our battle-song.
Grant us riches turned to worthy ends, good luck abiding in the house, and strong capacity, Wealth that guides both worlds as