Sing praise to Surya, the Lord of Light. The gods have made the God to be their messenger, And sent offerings to the gods.
Agni, the Bountiful Giver, bright with varied flames, sing to Sobhari, Who controls this sacred food with Soma blended, who has first claim to sacrifice.
We have chosen you, skilful in sacrifice, Immortal Priest among the gods, Wise in finishing this holy rite:
The Son of Strength, the blessed, brightly shining One, Agni whose light is excellent. May we win grace in heaven through sacrifice, Mitra, Varuṇa, and the Floods.
The mortal who has ministered to Agni with offerings, fuel, ritual lore, And reverence, skilled in sacrifice.
Swiftly running, his fleet-footed steeds, and most resplendent fame is his. No trouble from gods or mortals sides overtake him.
May we be well supplied with fire by your own fires, O Son of Strength, O Lord of Might: You as our friend make worthy men.
Agni, who praises like a guest of friendly mind, is as a chariot bringing us gear. Also in you is found perfect security: you are the Sovereign Lord of wealth.
That man merits praise who brings, auspicious Agni, sacrificial gifts, May he win riches by his thoughts.
He for whose sacrifice you stand up erect is prosperous and rules over men. He wins with horses and with singers killed in song: with heroes he obtains the prize.
He whose dwelling Agni is chief ornament, and all-desired loves his praise well, And zealously tends his offerings:
His, or the praising sage’s word, his, Son of Strength! who is most prompt with sacred gifts, Set you beneath the gods, Vasu, above mankind, the speech of the intelligent.
He who with sacrifices or homage brings very skilled Agni near, Or him who flashes fast with song,
The mortal who with blazing fuel, as his laws command, adores the Perfect God, Blessed with his thoughts in splendor shall exceed all men, as though he overpassed the Floods.
Give us the splendor, Agni, which may overcome each greedy fiend in our abode, The wrath of evil-hearted folk.
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