This is Agni, the one who protects, favors, and helps the singer; he who brings forth with brilliant flames and spreads light far and wide.
Agni, the Holy One, the eternal one, who shines with heavenly radiance; He who comes to his friends with friendship, like a swift horse that never stumbles.
He who is lord of all divine offerings, shared by all living beings at the start of the day, Agni to whom we offer our devotion, in whom rests the chariot of the one whose might is unharmed.
Growing by his might, he delights in praise and flies easily to the gods with ease. Agni, the cheerful priest, the best sacrificer, with his words he anoints the gods he mixes with.
Sing and adore, bring Agni here who wakes up at dawn like Indra, Whom sages sing as Jātavedas, the one who holds the sacrificial ladle.
In him all good treasures gather together, just as horses and riders for plunder. Bring us help, O Agni, the aid most desired by Indra.
Yes, at your birth, when you sat in glory, Agni was the goal of invocations. The gods approached, obedient to your sun-immon, and thus achieved their position as chief protectors.