AGNI, the Herald, like a horse, is led forth at our solemn rite, God among gods, adorable.
Three times at our solemn rite comes AGNI, like a charioteer, Carrying the offerings to the gods.
Around the oblations, AGNI the Wise, the Strong One, Grants the offerer precious boons.
The one kindled eastward for Sṛñjaya, Devāvata’s son, Radiant, tamer of foes.
So mighty will be the AGNI that the mortal hero commands, Sharp-toothed and bountiful.
Every day they dress him, as they groom a horse that wins the prize. Dress the red Scion of the Sky.
When Sahadeva’s princely son, with two bay horses in mind, Summoned, I did not draw back.
And truly those two noble bays I promptly took when offered, By Sahadeva’s princely son.
May you, O ye Aśvins, long live, your care, ye Gods, the princely son. Of Sahadeva, Somaka.
Cause him the youthful prince, the son of Sahadeva, to enjoy Long life, O Aśvins, O ye Gods.