As we go to the sacrifice, let us sing a hymn to another hymn, Who listens to us even when far away;
Who, from ancient times, has kept the people safe in battle, Preserving their homes for the worshipper.
Let them say that Agni is born, even he who slays Vṛtra, Who wins wealth in every battle.
May he to whom you love to taste the offerings made in his home, And strengthens his sacrifice,
May you, Aṅgiras, Son of Strength, be happy in your God, In your offerings, and your sacred grass.
You shall bring these Gods to our praise and to taste. These offerings, fair-shining One.
When, Agni, you go on your embassy without a sound, Neither horse nor wheels make a noise.
With you, unharmed, strong, one after another, he goes forth: Agni, the offerer, steps forward.
Splendid strength, heroic, high, Agni, you grant from the Gods, You God, to him who offers gifts.