Agni, radiant among men, slays the devouring fiend, bright ruler in your own home.
You spring up when well worshipped, with drops of butter as your joy; when ladies come near to you.
Honored with gifts, you shine afar, Agni adorable with song: the dripping ladle greases your face.
Agni with honey in your mouth, honored with gifts, balmed with oil, radiant in your wealth of light.
Praised by our hymns, you kindle yourself for the gods, mortals call on you as such.
To that Immortal Agni, pay worship with oil, you mortals—Lord of the house, none deceives.
O Agni, burn the Rākṣasas with your unconquerable flame; shine guardian of Eternal Law.
So, Agni, with your glowing face, burn fiercely against the female fiends; shining among Uruksayas.
Uruksayas have kindled you, Oblation-bearer, you, among mankind. Best Worshipper among humans.