The king whose face is adorned with oil is kindled with homage from his loyal servant. The men and priests adore him with offerings. Agni has shone forth as dawn breaks.
He is acknowledged as most powerful, the joyful priest of men, the youthful Agni. He spreads across the earth, making light around him, and grows among the plants with darkened leaves.
How do you adorn our hymn, O Agni? What power do you exercise when you are praised? When, Bountiful One, may we be masters of wealth, winners of precious riches that no one can claim?
This Bhārata's own Agni is renowned; he shines like the Sun with great radiance. He who defeated Pūru in battle, the celestial guest, has glowed in full brilliance.
Many offerings are gathered within you; all your aspects have grown gracious. You are already famous for being praised and honored, yet still, O noble-born, increase your body.
May this be my song, which brings countless treasures, generated with doubled strength for Agni, That, splendid, chasing illness and slaying demons, it may delight our friend and bless the singers.
We, the Vasisthas, now beseech you, Agni, Son of Strength, Lord of wealth and riches. You have brought food to singers and nobles. May the gods preserve us always with blessings.