Day after day, the devoted gather to worship Agni, the god who carries their offerings, their ladles dripping with ghee as they honor him. Agni, once born, shone forth with radiant light, dispelling the darkness and destroying the Dasyus. Through his brilliance, he revealed the cows, the waters, and even the sun itself. They call upon Agni, the sage worthy of veneration, whose face glows with ghee, inviting him to come and hear their prayers. With ghee and songs, they strengthen Agni, the universal lord, offering him words carefully chosen from their hearts. For the wise, for the poet who seeks knowledge, an ancient hymn is sung for Agni’s glory. He is the lord of riches, a gracious Asura, established by ghee, bearer and supporter of wealth and treasures. With truth, they uphold the foundation of sacrifice, reaching the highest heaven. Those who have approached—born and unborn—have established the law of heaven among men. Agni, young and strong, stretches forth, spreading wide the great and difficult path for the ancient ones. Newly born, he moves swiftly, like an angry lion, circling all around. Like a mother, Agni nourishes and expands, caring for every person, watching over them. He sustains youth and old age, striving with his own form to conquer. May Agni’s strength bring abundant, wide, and secure wealth for prosperity. Like a father, he steps quietly, discerning great riches, never failing. To the shining god Agni, a mighty offering is made, and mortals, like Mitra, establish him at the forefront with their praises. Among people, Agni acts as the priest, skillful in his duties, distributing offerings like Bhaga, granting favor to those who seek him. His friendship is generous, his flame strong, and all powers in the assembly grant him their strength. Thus, Agni is exalted among the people for his heroic might; his fame spreads like a cry throughout heaven and earth. The worshippers call Agni to bring desirable gifts as they praise him, asking for well-being for themselves and the noble, and for increased strength in battles. With sacrifices, mortals approach Agni for help, praising him at the sacred rite. Agni, for his own glory, considers himself the best among those who perform the rites; his brilliant flame delights the wise. His flames, his garments, are yoked with powerful speech; like the seed of heaven, his rays blaze forth. By his resolve and insight, the wise and good ride in his chariot, and Agni is praised in every tribe as the one to be invoked. Now, the desirable gifts are gathered by the noble ones; son of strength, they pray, protect us, grant us happiness, and increase our strength in battle. In the morning, Agni is praised as the beloved guest of the people; immortal, he receives all offerings among mortals. Again and again, he takes the Soma, with the greatness of his skill, praised by the singer. To Agni, long-lived and radiant, the singer calls with song, for the generous; their chariot, unharmed, is swiftly drawn by horses. Brilliant are those among whom Agni’s light has come; they protect the hymns and, on the spread grass, place fame all around. Those who gave fifty horses with praise, Agni, make the fame of the generous, the heroic, and the immortal shine brightly among men. The offspring arise and flourish; the enclosure is opened and understood; one gazes upon the mother’s lap. The discerning have sacrificed, guarding unwavering strength, entering the firm fortress. The people of Śvaitreyas grow radiant and thrive; Bṛhaduktha, adorned with a necklace of honey, advances like those seeking prize. Like desired milk, pleasing and sought after, the kin join together; like heat in the belly of the prize, constant and undeceived is their pursuit. Playing, Agni’s ray becomes manifest, clearly seen by ash and wind; its sharp, well-shaped bindings are ready to be carried, placed in the carrier. O Agni, whatever wealth you consider bestowing, let it be renowned and worthy, brought to us by our songs, yoked for the gods. Those who approach Agni are strengthened by his fierce power; they drive away hatred and insult, shunning the ways of the unrighteous. Agni is chosen as the priest, the accomplisher of skill; in sacrifices, with eager voice, they call him. Day by day, Agni is invoked for help, for wealth, for truth, for good deeds; may we be companions with cattle and heroes, may we be companions. Agni is dedicated and kindled among men; Angiras, worshipping the gods for the worshipper, honors him. In the human assembly, Agni is gladly kindled; the ladles approach him in order, pouring clarified butter for the well-born. All the gods, united, have made Agni their messenger; honoring him, the sage, in sacrifices, they invoke him as a god. Let mortals worship Agni with godly worship; kindled and shining, he blazes forth, seated in the womb of truth and plenty. Let us praise with song the pure, shining flame, the most delightful priest to be invoked at rituals. Agni, knower of births, is placed as the divine officiant; let the sacrifice follow him, O gods, the most godly among you. With discerning mind, mortals seek Agni for help; with noble favor, they come, desiring his aid.