In reverent tones, the sage calls upon the Nāsatyas for aid, just as the wise have done before. He invites them to partake in the drinking of Soma, wishing that all may share in the joy of this sacred gathering. Turning his praises to Agni, the inspired poet extols the wise priest of the sacrifice. To Jātavedas, the discerning Agni, offerings are presented, and excellent praise is declared. Agni’s brilliance, sharp as rays, shines forth; his fiery teeth devour the woods, consuming them with unstoppable energy. The tawny flames, smoke-bannered and driven by the wind, strive upward, each moving separately as Agni’s power manifests. Kindled together, these flames appear like the rays of dawn, dispelling the darkness. The offspring of Jātavedas traverse the dark spaces as Agni advances across the earth, illuminating all. Agni, the nourisher, devours the plants, moving ceaselessly, while the reddish flames return again and again. With his tongues, Agni licks and shines, his flame rattling as it glows amidst the woods. In the waters, Agni is established; he restrains the healing herbs, and in the womb, he is born anew. From Agni’s clarified butter, his flame shines forth when offerings are placed, his tongues extending at his mouth. Hymns are sung for Agni: for the giver of milk-food, for the giver of meat-food, for the wise one bearing Soma, all are served through Agni. With reverence, the worshippers approach Agni, priest of noble action, bearing kindling sticks. Pure as the Bhṛgu, Agni is invoked by men; he is called as the Angiras. For Agni, with Agni, the sage joins with the sage, friend with friend, kindling him anew. For the sage who serves, Agni grants wealth in thousands and food rich in heroes. Mighty Agni, brother, with red horses, pure in vow, is asked to accept this hymn. Agni, praised, is brought forth for the powerful, as cows assemble in the cattle-yard. To Agni, most Angiras-like, all prosperous dwellings are offered, each separately, for their desire. The wise, the intelligent, the thoughtful Agni is stirred for the seat of the offering. Strong in contests, Agni is invoked at the sacrifice, as the fire, as the priest. Agni is agreeable in many places, master of all peoples, called upon in gatherings. He is invoked, shining with clarified butter when called, and is asked to hear this invocation. The all-knower Agni, who listens, is called upon to destroy enemies. Agni, the wondrous king of peoples, the overseer of laws, is invoked to hear the prayers. For all peoples, youthful and noble, strong like a horse, Agni is urged onward. He destroys the hostile, drives away enemies, burns demons, and slays all obstacles, shining with sharpness. Agni, whom the people kindle, most Angiras-like, is asked to attend to the sage’s word. Whether his power is born in heaven or in waters, Agni is called upon with songs. All the people bring their separate, well-established dwellings to Agni, preparing offerings for his enjoyment. Those who are self-reliant and see all things are wished for; may the worshippers be among them, crossing difficult paths. Agni is sought—delightful, much-loved, strong, with pure flame, with joyful hearts. Shining, Agni creates like the sun with rays and strikes down hostile powers. For this, the mighty gift of Agni is sought, which never disappoints; from him comes desirable wealth. Agni is honored with kindling, the guest is awakened with ghee, and oblations are offered. Agni is asked to accept the praise, to grow strong with these thoughts, and to delight in the hymns. Agni is placed as the messenger in front, the carrier of offerings, invoked to seat the gods here. The tall flames of the kindled fire shine brightly, and Agni’s brilliance rises up. Ladles approach Agni with ghee, eager to please, and offerings are presented. The delightful priest, radiant and shining, is praised—may Agni hear the prayers of his devotees.