Let Brahmins and Aṅgirases come forward, and may the thunderous sky surround us. Loudly sing the milch kine swimming in the waters: set the stones that grace our holy service.
Fair, Agni, is your known path to travel: yoke for the juice of your bay, your ruddy horses, Or red steeds, Hero-bearing, for the chamber. Sit down, I call the Deities' generations.
They glorify your sacrifice with worship, yet the glad Priest stands unmatched near them. Bring the Gods here, you of many aspects: turn Aramati the Holy hitherward.
When the Guest has appeared, at ease reclining in the rich man’s dwelling, Agni, pleased and well-placed within the chamber, gives to a house like this wealth worth choosing.
Accept this sacrifice of ours, O Agni; glorify it with Indra and the Maruts. Here on our grass, Night and Dawn shall sit: bring longing Varuṇa and Mitra hither.
Thus has Vasiṣṭha praised victorious Agni, yearning for wealth that gives sustenance to all. May he bestow on us food, strength, and riches. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.