Associate with fires, make your God Agni the envoy at sacrifice, the most skilled in worship, Established firmly among mankind, the Holy One, crowned with flame and nourished with oil, the Purifier.
Like a horse neighing eagerly for pasture, when he steps forth from the great enclosure: Then the wind follows, blowing upon his brilliance, and the path you travel becomes dark.
From you, a young bull just born, Agni, the eternal flames rise upward. High into heaven your reddish smoke ascends; Agni, you swiftly go to the Gods as envoy.
Your fresh radiance advancing over the earth when greedily you eat your food with your jaws. Like a troop hurrying onward comes your rope: fierce, with your tongue piercing, as if through barley.
The men have adorned him both at dawn and dusk, Most Youthful Agni, as they tend a horse. They kindle him, a guest within his home: bright shines the splendor of the worshipped Hero.
Fair-faced, your aspect is beautiful when, very close by, like gold you gleam, Like Heaven’s thunderous roar your might approaches, and like the wondrous Sun your light you show.
That we may worship, with your Hail to Agni! With sacrificial cakes and fat offerings, Guard us, O Agni, with those boundless glories as with a hundred iron fortresses.
Your unyielding songs for him who offers, and hero-giving hymns that save; With these, O Son of Strength, O Jātavedas, guard us, preserve these princes and the singers.
When he comes forth, like a newly sharpened axe, pure in form, radiant in body, Sprung, sought with eager longing, from his parents, for the Gods’ worship, Sage and Purifier:
Shine this felicity on us, O Agni: may we attain perfect understanding. All happiness be theirs who sing and praise you. May the Gods preserve us evermore with blessings.