For you, established to give vitality, Giver of wealth, Protector of your servant’s body. The Great Priest, born, who knows the clouds, Abider with men, sits in the lap of waters.
Worshiping, seeking him with reverence, Like a lost creature following its tracks, Wise Bhṛgus, yearning in their hearts, Found him hidden where the floods gather.
Searching diligently on the Cow’s forehead, Trita, born of Vibhiavas, found him. Born in our homes, Youthful, giver of joy, He now becomes the center of light.
With homage, they set and made him Priest among mankind, Oblation-bearer, Leader of rites and Purifier, Envoy of men, As sacrifice that still advances.
The foolish brought the unconfused forward, Great, Victor, Song-inspirer, Fort-destroyer. Leading the Youth with golden beards, Like a gleaming horse richly adorned, They turned their hymn to profit.
Firmly stationed in the houses, Trita sat down within his home surrounded. Thence, as Law bids, the Tribes’ Companion departs, Having collected men without compulsion.
His are the fires, eternal, purifying, That make the houses move, whose smoke shines, White, waxing in their strength, Forever stirring, and sitting in the wood; Like winds are Somas.
Agni’s tongue bears away the praisesong, And through his care for Earth, her operations. Living men have established him as their blithe Priest, Chief of Sacrificers.
That Agni, whom Heaven and Earth gave birth, Tvaṣṭar, and with might, the Bhṛgus, Mātariśvan and the Gods have fashioned holy for man and first to be entreated.
Agni, whom Gods have made oblation-bearer, Much-desired by men, Holy, they worship, Give life to him who praises you when he worships, And then glorious men in troops will adore you.