Surya in the sky has golden hair; a fierce snake, like a storm: Pure and radiant, knowing dawn; like honored ladies, true and active workers.
Your swift lightning strengthens in its way, when the dark bull roars around us. With drops that bless and seem to smile, he comes; waters fall, clouds thunder.
When he streams with the offering’s milk, leading straight through orderly paths Aryaman, Mitra, Varuṇa, Parijman fill the hide where lies the lower stone.
O Agni, you lord of cattle wealth, you Son of Strength, Grant us, O Jātavedas, high honor.
Agni, lit well, good and wise, must be praised in our song: Shine, many-formed, brightly on us.
O Agni, shining at night and in the morning light, Burn, sharp-toothed, against the Rākṣasas.
Adorable in all our rites, grant us, Agni, your aid When the great hymn is sung.
Bring to us ever-conquering wealth, Agni, worthy of our choice, Invincible in all our battles.
Give us, O Agni, through your grace wealth that sustains all our life, Your favor so that we may live.
O Gotama, compose your songs with care, present them to Agni, Of pointed flames.
May the man fall, O Agni, who attacks us near or far: Increase and prosper us.
Keen and swift Agni, thousand-eyed, chases the Rākṣasas afar: He sings, a herald fit for praise.