Invoke your song of praise to mighty Agni, the swift messenger of earth and sky, Vaiśvānara, who, with those who wake, has grown great among the immortal gods.
Seeking in the heavens, Agni stands firm on earth, leader of rivers, Bull of standing waters. Vaiśvānara, when you grow in glory, shine on the tribes of men with light and treasure.
In fear of you, the dark-skinned races fled, scattered abroad, leaving behind their possessions, When, glowing, O Vaiśvānara, for Pūru, you lit up and shattered their castles.
Agni Vaiśvānara, both earth and sky submit to your threefold rule. Your unaging radiance invests both realms with splendor.
Agni, the golden-hoofed steeds, loudly neighing our resonant hymns that drip with oil, attend you; Lord of the tribes, our charioteer of wealth, Ensign of days, Vaiśvānara of mornings.
In you, O bright as Mitra and Vasu, seated the might of Aduras, for they loved your spirit. You drove the Dasyus from their homes, O Agni, and brought forth broad light to light the Aryans.
Born in the highest heaven, you swiftly reach, like wind, the place where gods reside. You, favoring your offspring, roared loudly when bringing life to creatures, Jātavedas.
Send us that strength, Vaiśvānara, send it, Agni, that strength, O Jātavedas, full of splendor, With which, all-bountiful God, you pour riches, as fame far-reaching, on the man who offers.
Agni, grant to our chiefs and nobles that famous power, that wealth that nourishes many. Accordant with the Vasus and Rudras, Agni, Vaiśvānara, give us sure protection.