Agni Vaiśvānara, messenger of earth and lord of heaven, born in sacred order, The Sage, the King, the guest of men, a vessel fit for their mouths, the Gods have created.
Praised be you, mid-way in sacrifices, great well of libations, seat of wealth. Vaiśvānara, bearer of offerings, banner of worship, the Gods have created.
From you, O Agni, comes the mighty singer, heroes who subdue the foe come from you. O King, Vaiśvānara, grant us excellent treasures worthy to belong to them.
To you, Immortal! When you spring to life, all the Gods sing with joy as to their newborn. They became immortal by your mental power, Vaiśvānara, when you shine from your parents.
Agni Vaiśvānara, none has ever resisted these mighty decrees, When you, rising from your parents' chest, found the light for days' appointed course.
The summits of the sky are traversed through and through by the Immortal's light, Vaiśvānara's brilliance. All beings exist under your head. The Seven swift-flowing rivers grow like branches forth,
Vaiśvānara, who measured the realms of air, Sage very wise who made the luminous heavens, The Unquestionable who spread out all the worlds, keeper and guardian of immortality.