He has sent out, bright and radiant, like the lover of dawn, his far-reaching light. Pure in his glory shines the golden hero; he has stirred up our longing thoughts.
Like the sun, he shone as dawn breaks, and priests sing praises while weaving the sacrifice, Agni, the god, who knows their generations and visits gods, most generous, swift messenger.
Our songs and holy hymns go to Agni, seeking the god and asking for wealth, One who is fair to see, with a goodly face, mighty, the bearer of offerings for men.
With the Vasus, Agni, bring Indra, bring mighty Rudra with the Rudras, Aditi, good to all men, with Ādityas, Bṛhaspati, All-bounteous, with the singers.
Men eagerly seek Agni at sacrifices, the Youngest God, the joyful herald. For he is lord and ruler over wealth, and an unwearying envoy for gods' worship.