AGNI advances with his lofty banner: the Bull is bellowing to the earth and heavens. He has reached the sky’s highest point. The Steer has grown in the embrace of waters.
The Bull, the young one with the hump, has frolicked. The strong and ceaseless Calf has bellowed. Bringing our offerings to the God’s assembly, he moves as chief in his own abodes.
Him who has grasped his Parents’ head, they established at sacrifice a wave of heavenly brilliance. In his swift flight, the red Dawns borne by horses refresh their bodies in the home of Order.
For, Vasu you precede every Morning, and still have been the Twins’ illuminator. For sacrifice, you retain seven places, and for yourself you generate Mitra.
You are the Eye and Guardian of mighty Order, and Varuṇa when to sacrifice you come. You are the child of Waters, O Jātavedas, envoy of him whose offering you accept.
You are the Leader of the ritual and region, to which with your auspicious teams you lead, Your light-bestowing head you lift to heaven, making your tongue the oblation-bearer, AGNI.
Through his wise insight Trita in the cavern, seeking ever the Chief Sire’s intention, Carefully tended in his Parents’ bosom, calling the weapons kin, he goes forth to combat.
Well-skilled to use the weapons of his Father, Āptya, urged on by Indra, fought the battle. Then Trita slew the foe seven-rayed, three-headed, and freed the cattle of the Son of Tvaṣṭar.
Lord of the brave, Indra cut him in pieces who sought to gain much strength and thought himself mighty. He struck his three heads from his body, seizing the cattle of the uniform Son of Tvaṣṭar.