I honor Agni, the good lord, the place where cattle return: Where swift horses seek it as home, and sturdy horses as home. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
We praise Agni as good, to whom the cows come in herds, To whom swift-footed horses come, to whom our noble princes come. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
Agni, the god of all mankind, gives a horse to man. Agni gives valuable gear for wealth, treasures he gives when pleased. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
God, Agni, let us light you up, rich in splendor, never fading, So that this glorious fuel may send out its light by day for you. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
To you, splendid Lord of flame, bright, wonderful, Prince of men, is brought. Offering with the sacred verse, Agni, bearer of our gifts. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
These Agnis in the seats of fire nourish everything most excellent. They give joy, they spread far and wide, they move constantly. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
Agni, these brilliant flames of yours grow like strong horses mightily, Who with their hooves rush swiftly to the cattle stalls. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
To us who praise you, Agni, bring fresh food and safe and happy homes. May we who have sung hymns to you have you as envoy in every house. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
You, brilliant God, within your mouth warmest both ladles of oil. So fill us also, in our hymns, abundantly, Lord of Strength. Bring food to those who sing your praise.
Thus Agni have we honored with sacrifices and hymns. May he give us what we desire, a store of brave sons and swift-footed steeds. Bring food to those who sing your praise.