WITH offerings of our own we choose thee, Agni, as Invoking Priest, For sacrifice with trimmed grass—-at your joyful feast and brightly shining. Thou art growing great.
The wealthy ones adorn thee, they who bring us horses as their gift: The sprinkling ladle, Agni—-at your joyful feast and glowing offering taste thee. Thou art growing great.
The holy statutes rest by thee, as if with ladles that overflow. Black and white-gleaming colors—-at your joyful feast and all glories thou assurest. Thou art growing great.
O Agni, what thou deemest wealth, Victorious and Immortal One! Bring thou to give us vigor—-at your joyful feast splendid at sacrifices. Thou art growing great.
Skilled in all lore is Agni, he whom erst Atharvan brought to life. He was Vivasvān's envoy—-at your joyful feast the well-loved friend of Yama, Thou art growing great.
At sacrifices they adore thee, Agni, when the rite proceeds. All fair and lovely treasures—-at your joyful feast thou givest him who offers. Thou art growing great.
Men, Agni, have established thee as welcome Priest at holy rites, Thee whose face shines with butter—-at your joyful feast bright, with eyes most observant. Thou art growing great.
Wide and aloft thou spreadest thee, O Agni, with thy brilliant flame. A Bull art thou when bellowing—-at your joyful feast thou dost impregn the Sisters. Thou art growing great.