Eagerly, Agni, most skilled, sacrifice! Priest, come here as if the Maruts sent you.
Bring to our offering the two Nāsatyas, Mitra and Varuṇa, Earth and Heaven.
You are our innocent, most delightful Herald, the God among men, in holy assemblies.
Priest with a purifying tongue, Agni, sacrifice with your mouth to your own body.
Even the blessed desire that’s in you could bring the Gods down to the worshipper’s song,
When the wisest Sage, the Poet, sings the sweet measure at the solemn service.
He shone bright, the wise, the far-reaching. Worship the two spreading Worlds, Agni,
Whom as the Living One rich in offerings, the Five Tribes, bringing gifts, honor with homage.
When I, with reverence, cut the grass for Agni, when the ladle, full of oil, is raised,
The altar stands firm on Earth; the sacrifice is directed Sunward, like the eye.
Enrich us, O Priest with many aspects, with the Gods, Agni, with your fires, kindled.
O Son of Strength, clothed in wealth’s robe, may we escape from woe as from a prison.