Offer to Agni, dear friends, your proper food and proper praise;
To him supreme over all, the Strong One, mighty Lord:
When they gather in full assembly, rejoicing in his presence,
Even him worthy ones ignite, and living beings sustain.
When we present him with the food and offerings of men,
He grasps the holy ordinance with power and splendor.
He signals in the night to him far away,
Where the Bright One, unchanging through the ages, consumes the kings of the forest.
On him they place their high kin, as ridges on the land,
Whom many seek, mortal man finds to be the stay of all,
He who gives flavor to our food, the home of every living being.
As a herdsman cuts the grass, he tills the field and wilderness,
With flashing teeth and golden beard, deft with his unceasing might.
For him, as bright as an axe, he shines like Atri,
The well-bearer mother bears him, when her time comes due.
Bestow upon these mortals fame and splendor and intelligence.
Such zeal he has, unconquerable one: he won the cattle you gave.
Agni, may Atri overcome the Dasyus who do not give, subdue those who do not feed.