SING out the pious offerings at your sacrifices to move with adorations Earth and Heaven— The Holy Singers, whose unmatched devotion sprout like a tree’s branches in every direction.
Let sacrifice proceed like some fleet courser: with one accord lift ye on high the ladles. Scatter sacred grass fit for the solemn service: bright flames that love the Gods have risen upward.
Like babes in arms resting on their mother, let the Gods sit upon the grass’s summit. Let general fire make bright the flame of worship: scorn us not, Agni, in the Gods’ assembly.
Gladly the Gods have let themselves be honored, milking the copious streams of holy order. Today’s highest might is yours, the Vasitsa—come ye, as many as ye are, one-minded.
So, Agni, send us wealth among the people: may we be closely joined to thee, O Victor, Unharmed, and rich, and sharing joy together. Preserve us evermore, ye gods, with blessings.