May we, the pious, win much food through prayer, may Agni with fair light encompass every action— He who observes the heavenly laws of Devas and the race of mortal men.
He who is the seed of waters, the seed of woods, the seed of all that moves and that stands still— To him even in the rock and in the house: Immortal One, he cares for all humanity.
Agni is the lord of wealth for the man who readily serves him with sacred songs. Guard these beings with careful thought, knowing the races of Devas and men.
He who has made many dawns and nights, unlike, and born in Law, all things that move and stand— He has been won, Herald who sits in light, making effective all our holy works.
You place great value on our cows and woods: all shall bring tribute to us to the light. Men have served you in many and sundry places, dividing, as it were, an aged father’s wealth.
Like a brave archer, like one skilled and bold, a fierce avenger, so he shines in battle.