This is the Agni from which Indra took the pressed Soma deep within his body. Winner of spoils in thousands, like a horse, with praise you are exalted, Jātavedas.
That light of yours in heaven and earth, Agni, in plants, Holy One, and in the waters, With which you spread wide the air’s mid-region, bright, wavy, man-looking.
You go to the sea of heaven, Agni; you have called here the gods seen in spirit. The waters, too, come here, those above in the Sun’s realm of light, and those below.
May fires dwelling in mist, combined with those that have their home in floods, Accept our sacrifice, great viands free from all disease.
Agni, as holy food, give wealth in cattle, lasting, rich in wonders. May we be born a son and spreading offspring. Agni, may this be your gracious will to us.