Gladly accept this day our offering, Agni; send up your sacred smoke and shine sublime. Touch the heavens with your columns and spread your radiance under Surya’s light.
With sacrifice, we honor the majesty of holy Narasamsha— The pure, the wise, the inspirers, gods who partake of both kinds of offerings.
We will praise forever, as men can, Agni, whom Manu kindled, Your skillful Asura, fit for worship, envoy between the worlds, the truthful one.
Carrying the sacred grass, those who serve you sprinkle it reverently, before Agni, Calling you to the spotted grass, oiled, adorn them, O Adhvaryus, with oblation.
With holy thoughts, the pious have opened doors for chariots in the assembly of the gods. Like two full-milked cows licking their calves, like maidens for the gathering, they adorn them.
And may the two exalted Heavenly Ladies, Dawn and Night, like a skilled milkmaid, Come, much-invoked, and on our grass sit wealthy, worthy of worship, for our welfare.
You, bards and singers at men’s sacrifices, both filled with wisdom, I incline to worship. Send up our offerings when we call upon you, and thus among the gods, we gain treasures.
May Bhāratī with all her sisters, Iḷā in harmony with the gods, with mortals Agni, Sarasvatī with all her kin rivers, come to this grass, three goddesses, and seat them.
Well pleased with us, O God, O Tvaṣṭar, grant us quick birth from our procreative vigor, From which sprang the hero, strong, skilled in action, lover of gods, adjuster of the press-stones.
Send to the gods the offering, Lord of forests, and let the Immolator, Agni, dress it. He, the truer priest, shall offer worship, knowing well the generations of the gods.
Come to us, O Agni, duly kindled, with the potent gods and Indra. On this our grass, sit Aditi, happy Mother, and let our hail delight the immortal gods.