To this fair sacrifice and drink the milky draught, you are called:
O Agni, with the Maruts come.
No mortal man, no God surpasses your mental might, O Mighty One:
O Agni, with the Maruts come.
All gods without deceit, who know the great expanse of mid-air:
O Agni, with those Maruts come.
The terrible ones who sing their song, not to be vanquished by might:
O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Brilliant, awesome in form, mighty, devourers of their enemies:
O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Those who sit as Deities in heaven, above the sky's luminous dome:
O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Those who scatter clouds across the sky, over the billowing sea:
O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Those who spread their bright beams over the ocean in their might:
O Agni, with those Maruts come.
For you, to be your first draught, I pour the Soma-mixed mead:
O Agni, with the Maruts come.