AGNI, standing tall, has shown a generous welcome: the flames move towards the assembly of the gods. Like horsemen, the stones chose their path: let the priest, energized, celebrate our worship.
Soft underfoot, their sacred grass is scattered: these go like kings among the ranks around them, At the call of the early night and morning—Vāyu, and Pūṣan with his team—to bless us.
Here the noble gods proceed on their path: in the vast sky, adorned with beauty, they appear. Follow your way here, you who travel far: hear this our envoy who went to meet you.
For they are holy helpers at sacrifices: all gods approach the gathering place. Bring these, eager, to our worship, Agni, swift Nisatyas, Bhaga, and Purandhi.
AGNI, to these men’s hymns, from earth and heaven, bring Mitra, Varuṇa, Indra, and Agni, And Aryaman, and Aditi, and Viṣṇu. Sarasvatī be joyful, and the Maruts.
Even as the holy wish, the gift is offered: may he, unfulfilled, come when men desire him. Give never-ending, ever-conquering wealth: with gods as allies, may we be victorious.
Now both worlds have been praised by the Vasisthas; and holy Mitra, Varuṇa, and Agni. May they, brilliant deities, make our song supreme. Preserve us always, ye gods, with blessings.