Agni, the god among mortals, guards sacred rites; you must be honored at sacrifices.
Great Agni, you must be glorified at our festivals, bearing our offerings to the gods.
You, Jātavedas Agni, fight and drive our enemies far from us, driving out their godless hatred.
You, Jātavedas, seek not the worship of a hostile man, however close it may be to you.
We, wise ones, mortals though we are, adore your mighty name, the immortal name of Jātavedas.
Wise ones, we call upon the sage to help, mortals, we call upon the god to aid: we call on Agni with our songs.
May Vatsa draw your mind away even from your highest dwelling place, Agni, with a song that longs for you.
You are the same in many places: among all people, you are lord.
When we seek strength, we call on Agni to help us in the fight, the giver of rich gifts in war.
Ancient, adored at sacrifices, priest from of old, fitting for our praise, you sit. Fill full and satisfy your body, Agni, and win us happiness through worship.