The other fires are, indeed, your branches; the Immortals all rejoice in you, O Agni. You are the center, Vaiśvānara, of the people, supporting men like a deeply rooted pillar.
The forehead of the sky, the earth’s center, Agni became the messenger between earth and heaven. Vaiśvānara, the Deities created you, a God, to be a light for the Arya.
Like the eternal rays in the Sun, treasures are in Vaiśvānara, and in Agni. Among all riches in the hills, waters, and herbs, you are the supreme one.
As the great halves of the world, so are their praises; skilled, as a man, to act, is he the Herald. Vaiśvānara, celestial, truly mighty, most manly One, has many youthful consorts.
Even the lofty heavens, O Jātavedas Vaiśvānara, have not reached your greatness. You are the King of lands where men dwell, bringing comfort to the gods in battle.
Now I will tell the greatness of the hero followed by Pūru’s sons as the slayer of Vṛtra: Agni Vaiśvānara defeated the Dasyu, pierced Śambara, and shattered his fortifications.
Vaiśvānara, living by your might with all men, shining far and holy among the Bharadvājas, Is praised, excellent, with a hundred praises by Purūṇītha, son of Śatavani.