Agni is awakened by the people’s fuel to meet the Dawn, who comes like a milch-cow. Like young trees sprouting high, his flames rise to the sky.
For the worship of the gods, the priest is awakened; at dawn, gracious Agni rises. Kindled, his radiant power is revealed, and the great deity freed from darkness.
When he stirs his attendant line, pure Agni is anointed with his purity. The gift that strengthens is then prepared, with tongues erect, he drinks it in.
The spirits of the pious gather to Agni, as all eyes turn to Sūrya. He, when both Dawns of different hues bear him, rises at dawn as a strong white charger.
The noble One was born at the start of days, red in colour amid well-laid fuel. Giving seven rich treasures in every house, Agni sits, the most skilled priest.
Agni has seated himself, the most skilled priest, on a fragrant spot, his mother’s breast. Young, faithful, wise, preeminent over many, kindled among the folk who sustain them.
This excellent singer at sacrifices, Agni the priest, they honor with praise and homage. Who spread out both worlds by Eternal Law, they anoint with oil, the strong steed that never fails.
He, worshipful House-Friend, in his home is worshiped, our own auspicious guest, praised by sages. That strength the Bull with a thousand horns possesses. In might, O Agni, you excel others.
You swiftly pass by all others, Agni, for whom you appear most lovely, Wonderfully fair, adorable, effulgent, the guest of men, the people’s darling.
To you, Most Youthful God! From near and far, the people bring their tribute. Mark well the prayer of him who best extols you. Great, high, auspicious, Agni, is your shelter.
Ascend today your splendid chariot, O Agni, in splendor, with the Holy Ones around it. Know the paths through the spacious region of mid-air, bring the Gods to feast on our offering.
To him adorable, wise, strong, and mighty, we have sung our praise and homage. Gavisthira raised this far-reaching praise, like gold to heaven, to Agni.