O Agni, you who are the giver of wondrous protection and wealth, bestower of generous gifts, we call upon you to guide us as the charioteer of our treasures, leading us to a place of safety and secure refuge. You alone, Agni, uphold the law and order of the cosmos, acting as both protector and sage. Inspired ones, full of reverence, kindle your radiant flame and invoke you, the great creator, to be present among us. Grant us, purifier, an ever-growing wealth that is worthy of praise. May you, the matchless one, bestow upon us abundant prosperity—riches that are guided by wise counsel and made renowned through good deeds. To you, Agni, who gives all treasures, who serves cheerfully as the people’s priest and is the first to taste the sweetness of our offerings, let our praises always go. With deep reverence, we invoke you, Agni, son of strength—beloved, swift, unfailing, the true priest of sacrifice, the immortal messenger who carries our offerings to the gods. Hidden in the woods, you are kindled by mortals working together. Tirelessly, you bear our prepared offerings, and among the gods you reign as king. You, the best knower of the path, have been seen by sages, the very one in whom the sacred laws are firmly established. May our words always reach you, noble one, who is born so near to us. In every household, you are praised in song as the sacred priest; the stones and grass at the rite honor you. With hymns, we call upon the Maruts, Brahmanaspati, and the gods, seeking their worthy help. With chants, we seek your help, Agni, you of the sharp flame. For the sake of wealth, people praise you, the much-invoked and renowned, as a shield who grants good guidance. Hear us, Agni, as you listen with your fire-kindling companions. Let Mitra and Aryaman join you on the sacred grass at our morning rite. Agni, son of Divodāsa, by your might—like Indra—you have spread wide over mother earth and stood firm in the shelter of the sky. Whether from here or from the shining expanse of heaven, by my body and my word, O well-minded one, fulfill what is born of me. When you move among the woods, born of your mothers, you never fail to return, whether you are far or near. Manu established you as a light for everlasting humanity. Kanva, born of truth, has kindled you; and all peoples honor you, whom the strong worship. May the divine giver of wealth pour forth for you a full stream in both the first and second half of the rite. Let the Soma be pressed and poured out for you, for at the very beginning, the god is invoked. Let Bṛhaspati advance; let the gracious goddess approach; let the gods guide our sacrifice to the heroic and noble one, the bestower of abundance. May the god Savitṛ stand upright for our aid; may the bestower of strength rise high when, with his guiding hands, we call upon him for generous gifts. Whoever desires wealth and serves you, O giver, attains a heroic son—a praiser of hymns, rich in a thousand-fold abundance by his own power. With hymns and words, we choose you, Agni, the strong one among many peoples, whom worshippers kindle as their honored guest. You are the lord of good fortune, the master of prosperity, of wealth with cattle, and of victories over foes. Agni, you are the house-lord, the priest of our sacrifice, the all-knowing carrier who fashions and brings the rewards we desire. As friends, we mortals have chosen you for help, O god—offspring of the waters, fortunate, wise, well-praised and free from sin. Offer and purify with oblation; set the priest, the house-lord, in his place. With reverence, worship the worthy receiver of offerings, the honored one of every dwelling, in the seat of Iḍā. Bright indeed is the breast of the youthful one, who, following his mothers, seeks support. When you were born, you did not delay, but at once desired to fulfill your great duty. This is your one form, Agni, that is your other; with a third light, enter and pervade all. Become lovely in body and form, beloved of the gods in the highest birthplace. To the worthy Jātavedas we offer this praise, as with a chariot, guided by our thoughts. For our assembly, Agni, may your favor be auspicious—may we never be separated from your friendship. The gods generated you, Agni, the universal one, guest of the peoples, seer, sovereign, head of heaven and support of earth, born from the cosmic order and present near the vessel. From you, the waters spread out, as from the summit of a mountain. The gods generated you with hymns, and to you, the well-praised songs bring strength, just as victorious horses win the prize in battle. Make Agni, king of the sacrifice—Rudra, the true-offering priest of earth and heaven, the ancient one, golden-formed and ever ready to help—present before any rash act of the thunderer. The king is kindled, the companion, with reverence; his face, when invoked with ghee, is praised by men with offerings. Agni, mighty, shines foremost at the approach of dawn. With his great banner, Agni advances; the bull roars between earth and sky, from the ends of heaven, and the buffalo rises up in the lap of the waters. With shining rays, men generate Agni, praised, dropped from the hand of the shining one, the far-seeing house-lord, the one to be invoked. The fire, awakened among people with kindling, spreads out the dawn as a cow lets down her udder. Like strong youths rising up, his rays stretch toward the sky. He, the mighty one, brings forth abundant light, guiding both the wise and the unwise, maintaining the order of the ancient city. With songs, seekers pursue the inspired thought, the golden-bearded one whose armor shines radiant. Your brightness, Agni, is one thing; your holiness, another. You are of two forms, like day and night. All your powers are wondrous. May your favor, O bountiful Pūṣan, be with us here. O Agni, ever-bringing wealth, grant us the most lasting share of the cow for the one who calls upon you. May our son, our descendant, be victorious, and may your goodwill always be with us. The great priest is born, knowing the sky, seated among men, turning the waters. He holds the offerings, brings the gifts, protects the body, and leads to wealth. Let the king, the lord, the renowned one, the man among peoples, the one to be honored—like Indra, whose deeds are mighty—come forth. Let him, approached with praise, grant us his favor. Hidden in the forests, Jātavedas is kindled, like an embryo nourished by pregnant mothers. Day by day, Agni is to be praised by the wakeful, by those who offer oblations among men. From ancient times, Agni, you have destroyed the sorcerers; no demons have ever overcome you in battle. Burn up the malicious and the devourers; may your divine weapon never miss its mark.