Revering Agni Vaiśvānara in our hearts, the Finder of Light, whose promises are true, We invoke him with offerings, seeking wealth through songs, Kuśikas.
Agni, bright and Vaiśvānara, we invoke for help, and Mātariśvan worthy of praise; Bṛhaspati for the observance of the Gods, the Singer prompt to hear, the swift guest.
Age after age, Vaiśvānara neighs like a horse, kindled by women with the Kuśikas. May Agni, who awakens among Immortal Gods, grant us heroic strength and wealth in noble steeds.
Let them go forth, the strong, as flames of fire with might. Gathered for victory, they yoke their spotted deer. Pourers of floods, the Maruts, Masters of all wealth, they who can never be conquered, make the mountains tremble.
The Maruts, Friends of men, are glorious as fire; their mighty and resplendent aid we beseech. Those storming Sons of Rudra clad in rain-robes, givers of good gifts, roar like lions.
We, band on band and troop following troop, entreat Agni's splendor and the Maruts' might, With spotted deer as steeds, with wealth that never fails, they, wise ones, come to sacrifice at our gatherings.
I am Agni born knowing all creatures. My eye is butter, in my mouth is nectar. I am light threefold, measurer of the endless region, exhaustless heat, named burnt-offering.
With a thought in harmony, he purified the Sun with three refinements; By his own nature, he gained the highest treasure, and looked abroad over the earth and sky.
The Spring that never fails with a hundred streams, Father of prayers that men should utter, The Sparkler, joyful in his Parents' embrace, - him, the Truth-teller, sit ye, Earth and Heaven.