The men from fire-sticks, with their swift hands, have, in deep thought, born glorious Agni, Far-seeing, with pointed flame, Lord of the homestead.
The Vasus set that Agni in the dwelling, fair to behold, for help from every quarter: Who, in the home forever, must be honored.
Shine thou before us, Agni, well-kindled, with flame, Most Youthful God, that never fades. To thee come all our sacrificial offerings.
Among all fires, these shine most brightly, splendid with light, surrounded by noble heroes, Where men of high birth sit down together.
Victorious Agni, grant us wealth with wisdom, wealth with brave sons, famous and independent, Which no foe who deals in magic conquers.
To whom, the Strong, at morn and eve comes, maid-like, the ladle dropping oil, with its offering. Wealth-seeking comes to him his own devotion.
Burn up all malice with those flames, O Agni, wherewith you burned up Jarutha, And drive away in silence pain and sickness.
With him who lights up your splendor, Agni, excellent, pure, radiant, Purifier, Be present, and with us through these our praises.
Agni, the patriarchal men, the mortals who have spread your light in many places— Be gracious to us here for their sake also.
Let these men, heroes in the fight with foes, prevail against all godless arts of magic— These who approve the noble song I sing you.
Let us not sit in want of men, O Agni, without descendants, heroes around you: But, O House-Friend, in houses full of children.
By sacrifice which the Steeds' Lord ever visits, make our dwelling rich in seed and offspring, Increasing still with lineal successors.
Guard us, O Agni, from the hated demon, guard us from the malice of the churlish sinner: Allied with you may I subdue assailants.
May this same fire of mine surpass all others, this fire where offspring, vigorous and strong-handed, Wins, on a thousand paths, what ne'er shall perish.
This is that Agni, savior from the foe, who guards the kindler of the flame from sorrow: Heroes of noble lineage