Loving the Loving One, like wives their husbands, sisters of one home urge him forward, Bright and even, like cows in morning, dark and shining, breaking forth to view, and redly gleaming.
Our sires with praises burst even the firm fortress, indeed, the Aṅgirases with roar, the mountain. They made a path to reach the high heavens, they found us day, light, day’s sign, beams of morning.
They established order, made his service fruitful; then parting them among the longing faithful, Not thirsting after anything, they come, most active, while with sweet food the race of Gods they strengthen.
Since Mātariśvan, widely diffused, has stirred him, and he grows bright and noble in every house, He, Bhṛgu-like, I go as his companion, as on commission to a greater Sovereign.
When man pours juice to Heaven, the mighty Father, he knows and frees himself from close embrace. The archer shoots his arrow boldly at him, and the God throws his splendor on his Daughter.
Whosoever has flames within his dwelling, or brings the worship you love daily, Increase his substance with double might: may he whom you incite meet with riches.
All sacrificial offerings wait on Agni as the Seven mighty rivers seek the ocean. Not by our brothers was our food discovered: find with the Gods care for us, you who know.
When light fills the Lord of men for increase, straight from the heaven descends the limpid moisture. Agni brings to light and fills with spirit the youthful host blameless and well-providing.
He who like thought goes swiftly on his journey, the Sun, ever Lord of riches alone. The Kings with fair hands, Varuṇa and Mitra, protect the precious nectar in our cattle.
O Agni, do not break our ancestral friendship, Sage as you are, endowed with deepest knowledge. Old age, like gathering cloud, impairs the body: before that evil be come near, protect me.