With this my song I strive to reach you, the guest of your household, the Lord of all the tribes, who wakes at dawn. Each time he comes from heaven, the Pure One from of old: from ancient days the Child eats everlasting food.
Whom, well-deserved, Blirgus established as a friend, whom men must glorify, high-flaming in the wood. As such, most friendly, you are every day extolled in praises by Vitahavya, O you wonderful God.
Be thou the foeless helper of the skilled man, subduer of the enemy near or far away. Bestow a wealthy home on men, O Son of Strength. Give Vitahavya riches spreading far and wide, give Bharadvāja wide-spread wealth.
Him, your radiant guest, Agni who comes from heaven, the Herald of mankind, well-skilled in sacred rites, Who, like a holy singer, utters heavenly words, oblation-bearer, envoy, God, I seek with hymns.
Who with his purifying, eye-attracting form has shone upon the earth as with the light of Dawn; Who speeding on, as in the fight of Etaia, comes, untouched by age, as one thirsty in heat.
Worship ye Agni, Agni, with your log of wood; praise your beloved, your beloved guest with songs. Invite ye the Immortal hither with your hymns. A God among the Gods, he loves what is good, loves our service, God among the Gods.
Agni inflamed with fuel in my song I sing, pure, Cleanser, steadfast, set in front at sacrifice. Wise Jātavedas we implore with prayers for bliss the Priest, the holy Singer, bounteous, without deceit.
Men, Agni, in each age have made you, Deathless One, their envoy, offering-bearer, adorable guardian. With reverence Gods and mortals have established you, the ever-watchful, omnipresent Household Lord.
Thou, Agni, ordering the works and ways of both, as envoy of the Gods traversest both the worlds. When we lay claim to your regard and gracious fare, be thou to us a thrice-protecting friendly guard.
Him fair of face, swift, and fair to look on, him very wise may we who know not follow. Let