NE’ER WAXETH FAIN THE IMMORTAL, SON OF STRENGTH, SINCE HE, THE HERALD, HATH BECOME VIVASVĀN'S MESSENGER. ON PATHS MOST EXCELLENT HE MEASURED OUT MID-AIR: HE WITH OBELION CALLS TO SERVICE OF THE GODS.
NEVER DECAYING, SEIZING HIS APPROPRIATE FOOD, RAPIDLY, EAGERLY THROUGH THE DRY WOOD HE SPREADS. HIS BACK, AS HE IS SPRINKLED, GLISTENS LIKE A HORSE: LOUD HATH HE ROARED AND SHOUTED LIKE THE HEIGHTS OF HEAVEN?
SET HIGH IN PLACE OVER ALL THAT VASUS, RUDRAS DO, IMMORTAL, LORD OF RICHES, SEATED AS HIGH PRIEST; HEMING LIKE A CAR TO MEN, TO THOSE WHO LIVE, THE GOD WITHOUT DELAY GIVES BOONS TO BE DESIRED.
URGED BY THE WIND HE SPREADS THROUGH DRY WOOD AS HE LISTS, ARMED WITH HIS TONGUES FOR SCISSORS, WITH A MIGHTY ROAR. BLACK IS THY PATH, AGNI, CHANGELESS, WITH GLITTERING WAVES! WHEN LIKE A BULL THOU RUSSHETH EAGERLY TO THE TREES.
WITH TEETH OF FLAME, WIND-DRIVEN, THROUGH THE WOOD HE SPEEDS, TRUMPHANT LIKE A BULL AMONG THE HERD OF COWS, WITH BRIGHT STRENGTH ROAMING TO THE EVERLASTING AIR: THINGS FIXED, THINGS MOVING SHAKE BEFORE HIM AS HE FLYS.
THE BHṚGUS ESTABLISHED THEE AMONG MANHOOD FOR MEN, LIKE AS A TREASURE, BEAUTIFUL, EASY TO INVOCATE; THEE, AGNI, AS A HERALD AND CHOICE-WORTHY GUEST, AS AN AUSPICIOUS FRIEND TO THE CELESTIAL RACE.
AGNI, THE SEVEN TONGUES' DEFT SACRIFICER, HIM WHOM THE PRIESTS ELECT AT SOLEMN WORSHIP, THE HERALD, MESSENGER OF ALL THE VASUS, I SERVE WITH Dainty FOOD, I ASK FOR RICHES.
GRANT, SON OF