O Agni, noble-born and mighty, you draw near both the gods and mortals with your strength, worthy of praise by all. When your greatness becomes manifest in this world, the vast heavens and the broad earth themselves follow in your wake, acknowledging your supremacy. Those generous souls who bestow gifts of cattle, villages, and splendid horses upon the singers—may you, Agni, bring both them and us to prosperity. Grant us eloquence and strength in the assembly, so that our voices may resound with power. O Jātavedas, increase through our sacrifices! Let us worship you, Agni, with offerings, with our bodies, and with our songs. We kindle you, pure and radiant, the heavenly Hotar, steadfast among the people. The nights and the dawns themselves call upon you, Agni, as cows call to a calf among their sisters. Like the sun shining in the sky, you appear to men, glowing through the darkness, ever generous and restrained. The gods, in their wisdom, placed you at the foundation of the world, making you the support of heaven and earth. Like a chariot ready to be yoked, you blaze with brilliant flames and are praised among the people, like Mitra. Agni, you shine in your own house within the vast expanse, radiant as the moon, set in the wood. Born of Prishni, sharp-eyed and discerning, you are the guardian who watches over the waters, traversing both worlds. As Hotar, you encompass every rite, sought by men with offerings and songs. With your tawny manes, you stir among the strong; like a horse, you stride across both worlds, marking them with your steps. Kindled for our well-being, may you, Agni, rich in gifts, grant us wealth and shine among us. Make heaven and earth favorable for our prosperity, and carry the offerings of men for our benefit. O Agni, bestow upon us the great and thousandfold gift. Increase our prize as a herdsman increases his herd. By our prayers, make heaven and earth inclined towards us, and let the radiant dawns shine forth with light. Kindled, you follow the lovely dawns, shining with radiant light, red with your beams. By your priestly acts, Agni, you become the sovereign of men, the gracious guest who brings wealth. Among the immortals, you are foremost, O Agni, filling the heavens for the sake of men. Like a milch-cow yielding in the gatherings for the poet, you grant abundant and manifold riches by your very nature. Through you, Agni, may we gain heroic strength—be it by swift horses or by our prayers among the people. May our glory shine high among the five tribes, let your unconquered, radiant light blaze forth. Remember us, mighty Agni, worthy of praise, in whom noble men seek prosperity. The strong approach you with sacrifice, and you ever shine in their houses and lineages. O Jātavedas, may we be your praisers and prosper under your protection. Grant us the wealth of the generous, ever-increasing, full of offspring, and true lordship. Those generous ones who bestow gifts of cattle, villages, and splendid horses upon the praisers—lead both them and us to prosperity, O Agni, so that we may speak out powerfully and victoriously in the assembly. Kindled and established on earth, Agni stands facing all the worlds, the pure Hotar, wise from heaven. Let this worthy god, Agni, worship the gods. Narāśaṃsa marks out the sacred places—threefold from heaven—with his ray of greatness. Sprinkled with ghee, let him, with focused mind, carry the offerings and unite the gods at the summit of the sacrifice. O Agni, praised by our minds, you are truly worthy; today you have led the gods, not men. Bring here the steadfast host of the Maruts, and let Indra be worshipped, seated on the sacred grass. May the sacred grass, strong and well-spread for wealth, be recognized, O god. Anointed with ghee, let the Vasus, the Ādityas, and all the gods, worthy of sacrifice, sit here. Let the divine doors, wide and easy to traverse, be opened with reverence. Shining, let them extend broadly, unaging and purifying, glorious and heroic. May the paths be easy for us, as for oxen. Dawn and night, like two women, urge us onward; weaving the stretched thread together, they prepare the beauty of the ever-yielding, milk-rich sacrifice. The two divine Hotars, first and most knowing, perform the rite directly and beautifully. They worship the gods in proper order, at the navel of the earth, on the three summits. May Sarasvati, who perfects understanding, Ila the goddess, and Bharati, all-knowing—these three goddesses, by their power, seated on the sacred grass, guard this unbroken refuge. With tawny form, bearing abundance, strong in vigor, a heroic son is born who desires the gods. May Tvashtar extend our offspring, and may the path of the gods come to us. The forest-lord lets flow, and Agni draws near; he cooks the offering with his thoughts. May the divine sacrificer, in threefold measure, lead the well-apportioned oblation to the gods. Ghee is produced, ghee is his womb, in ghee he is established, and ghee is his dwelling. O bull, delighting, carry the offering made with ‘svaha’—bring the oblation. I call upon you, Agni, radiant and praised with good hymns, guest of the people, well-guided. Like a friend, you are worthy of desire, O Jātavedas, god among gods and men. Having been established in the seat of waters, the Bhrigus set you twice among the people. This ever-young Agni, swift as a horse, has encompassed all the realms of the gods. The gods have made you, Agni, dear among human tribes, wishing to dwell like a friend. May you shine forth, spreading your flames skillfully, as you come to the house of the generous. Your prosperity is abundant, like your own wealth; your vision is wise, your skill undiminished. Bearing gifts, you move among the plants, your tongue like a charioteer stirring the waters. As the forest-dweller, you break through obstacles, measuring out color from the ashes. Perceptive and bright, you rejoice, ever renewed though young. Eager, you shine through the forests, following the path like a charioteer; perceiving the black, fierce path, you smile like the sky with clouds. You have spread wide the broad domain of skill, and the cattle come to you, self-guided and unguarded. Radiant, you burn the dry and the blackened, making the earth pleasant. Now, in this third invocation, I recall your former favor, O Agni. Grant us united strength, great and abundant—wealth, heroism, and prosperity. Just as the Gritsamadas, aided by you, overcame their foes, so may you grant our praisers heroic, victorious sons, able to triumph over adversaries. The Hotar was born, conscious, a father for the fathers, a helper. May we, seeing the visible wealth, attain the prize of the swift. In whom seven rays are spread, the leader of the sacrifice; among men, the eighth, the divine Potar, he upholds all this. Whatever the knower has established here, let him speak the sacred words. Around all the wise works, the rim forms like a wheel. Together with the pure, the pure one is born as the ruler by will. Knowing his steadfast laws, he grows like wings. The cows—his forms and lifespans—follow the leader. Perhaps the sisters, who have come here, choose the best among the threefold ones. Thus, Agni, you are ever the center of our rites, the giver of wealth, the flame that unites heaven and earth, the friend of gods and men, praised and invoked for all prosperity.