The powerful Agni, the protector of the people, has been born for new prosperity. With oil on his face and a lofty flame, he shines brilliantly, pure, for the Bharatas.
Ensign of sacrifice, the earliest Household-Priest, the wise Priest has kindled Agni in his threefold seat, With Indra and the Gods together on the grass, let the wise Priest sit to complete the sacrifice.
Pure, unadorned, from your two mothers you were born; you came as a charming sage from Vivasvan. With oil they strengthened you, Agni, worshiped God; your banner was the smoke that rose to the sky.
May Agni graciously come to our sacrifice. The men carry Agni everywhere in every house. He has become an envoy, bearer of our gifts; electing Agni, men choose one exceeding wise.
For you, O Agni, is this sweetest prayer of mine; dear to your spirit be this product of my thought. As great streams fill the river, so our song of praise fills you, and makes you even mightier in your strength.
O Agni, the Aṅgirases discovered you when you were hidden, fleeing back from wood to wood. You are produced through attrition as conquering might, and men, O Aṅgiras, call you the Son of Strength.