When you pour oil into your food and offer it in sacrifice to the heavens, It goes to the gods seeking happiness.
I praise Agni, the Sage inspired, crowner of sacrifice through song, Who listens and gives generous gifts.
Agni, if we could control you, the powerful God, Then we would overcome our enemies.
Agni, kindled at sacrifices, the hallower, worthy of praise, With flames for hair: we seek you.
Immortal Agni, shining far, enrobed with oil, well worshipped, Carries the sacrifice’s gifts away.
Priests with ladles raised, worshiping with pure thought, Brought this Agni for our aid.
Immortal, Sacrificer, God, with wondrous power leading the way, Urging the great assembly forward.
Strong, he is set on deeds of strength. Leading sacrifices, As singer he completes the ritual.
Excellent, he was made by thought. The germ of life I’ve gained, Yea, and the Father of active strength.
You I establish, Excellent, Agni, strengthened by the sage’s prayer, You, Agni, longing, nobly bright.
Agni, the swift and active One, singers, at the sacrificial time, Eagerly kindle with your food.
Agni, the Son of Strength, who shines up to the heavens in solemn rites, The wise of heart, I glorify.
Meet to be praised and adored, showing beauty through the dark, Agni, the Strong, kindled well.
Agni is kindled like a bull, like a horsebearer of the gods, Men with offerings worship him.
We will kindle you as a bull, we who are bulls ourselves, O Bull, You, Agni, shining mightily.