Winner of thousands, kindled, you shine as a God among the gods today. Bear out the offerings, envoy, Sage.
Child of yourself, the sacrifice is for the righteous blended with mead, Presenting a multitude of dishes.
Invoke and worthy of our praise bring the gods whose due is sacrifice: You, Agni, give countless gifts.
They scattered a thousand Heroes eastward with might, Whereon, Ādityas, you shine forth.
The supreme all-imperial Doors, wide, good, many and manifold, Poured their holy oil streams.
With splendid adornment, fair to see, they shine gloriously: Let Night and Morning rest them here.
Let these two Sages, first of all, divine heralds and eloquent, Perform for us this sacrifice.
You I address, Sarasvatī, and Bhāratī, and Iḷā, all: Urge us on to glorious fame.
Tvaṣṭar the Lord has made all forms and all the cattle of the field, Cause them to multiply for us.
Send to the gods, Vanaspati, yourself, the sacrificial draught: Let Agni make the offerings sweet.
Agni, preeminent among the gods, is honored with the sacred song: He glows at offerings blessed with hail!