Agni, the radiant son of Divodāsa, stood like Indra in his might, spreading his glory wide over Mother Earth and standing firm beneath the shelter of the sky. From wherever he may dwell—be it here among us or in the vast, shining expanse of heaven—Agni hears the words and intentions of those who call upon him, fulfilling what is born from their prayers. When Agni moves among the woods, born of his many mothers, he never fails to return to those who kindle him, whether he is far or near. Long ago, Manu established Agni as a guiding light for all humanity, a flame to endure through the ages. Kanva, born of truth, rekindled this sacred fire, and so all peoples honor Agni, whom the strong and wise worship. May the divine giver of wealth pour forth abundance in every season, filling the streams for Agni’s sake. Let the Soma be pressed, the libations poured—at the very beginning, the gods are invoked for Agni. Let Bṛhaspati advance before us, let the gracious goddess approach, and may the gods themselves lead our sacrifice to the noble one, the bestower of prosperity. May the god Savitṛ stand upright to aid us, rising high as the giver of strength, his guiding hands ready when we call upon him for blessings. Whoever seeks wealth and serves Agni with devotion attains a heroic son, a praiser of hymns, rich in abundance by the power of Agni’s grace. With hymns and words, we choose Agni, the strong one among many peoples, the guest whom all worshippers kindle in their homes. He is the lord of good fortune, the master of prosperity and wealth, the conqueror of foes. Agni is our house-lord, our priest at the sacrifice, the wise carrier of offerings, the bestower of our heart’s desires. As friends and mortals, we have chosen Agni for help—offspring of the waters, fortunate, wise, free from sin and well-praised. With reverence, we offer and purify our oblations, setting Agni, the house-lord, in his rightful place, honoring him as the worthy receiver of offerings in the seat of Iḍā. Agni’s brilliance is youthful and bright; following his mothers for support, he sprang eagerly to his great duty from the moment of his birth. He takes on many forms—one here, another there—and with a third light, he enters and pervades all, becoming lovely and beloved of the gods in the highest realms. To Jātavedas, the all-knowing Agni, we offer our praise, like a chariot drawn by thought. May his favor be auspicious for our assembly, and may we never be separated from his friendship. The gods themselves generated Agni, the universal guest, the seer, the sovereign, the head of heaven and support of earth, born from cosmic order, ever near to the sacred vessel. From Agni, the waters spread out, as streams flow from the mountain’s summit. The gods generated him with hymns, and to him, songs of praise bring strength, as victorious horses win the prize in battle. May Agni, king of the sacrifice, Rudra, the ancient golden-formed priest, be ready to help before any harm is done. Kindled with reverence, the kingly Agni is honored like mighty Indra, his face shining when offerings of ghee are poured. He stands foremost at the approach of dawn. With a great banner, Agni advances, roaring like a bull between earth and sky, rising up in the lap of the waters. Men generate Agni with shining rays, praised and invoked, the far-seeing house-lord, dropped from the hand of the shining one. Awakened among people, Agni spreads out the dawn as a cow gives milk, his rays stretching toward the sky like strong youths rising up. This mighty one brings forth abundant light, guiding both wise and unwise, upholding the order of the ancient city. With songs, seekers pursue the inspired thought of the golden-bearded, radiant-armed Agni. His brightness and holiness are distinct, like day and night. All his powers are wondrous; may his favor and the bounty of Pūṣan be with us. Agni, ever-bringer of wealth, grant us the most lasting share of the cow for those who call upon you. May our sons and descendants be victorious, and may your goodwill abide with us. The great priest is born, knowing the sky, seated among men, turning the waters, holding the offerings, bringing gifts, protecting the body, and leading to wealth. Let the king, the renowned lord among peoples, come forth—honored and mighty like Indra, approached with praise, granting favor. Hidden in the forests, Jātavedas is kindled like a well-nourished embryo; day by day, he is praised by the wakeful and those who offer oblations. From ancient times, Agni has destroyed sorcerers; no demons have overcome him in battle. He burns up the malicious and devourers—his divine weapon never misses its mark. Agni brings the greatest strength, undiminished, leading us on the path to wealth and victory. When a hero is born, let him kindle Agni and offer the human oblation, receiving divine protection. Agni’s smoke rises fiercely to the sky, his bright flame spreading like the sun in its splendor, shining as the great purifier. Agni possesses lordly fame, like Mitra; he grants glory to men and nourishes prosperity. Each morning, let him be praised as a beloved guest, the immortal one in whom all mortals place their offerings. Whatever is most excellent, let it be for Agni, radiant and mighty—his riches and strength arise from him like a generous cow. From house to house, people praise Agni, the beloved guest, with hymns and longing words. The gods themselves have given him praise, and mortals have placed him at the forefront, renowned like Mitra. We come to Agni, the slayer of Vṛtra, eldest and wise, famed for his gifts, kindled with a great and shining face. Born by the supreme law, Agni has grown strong among the mighty; he is the father of Kaśyapa, with faith as his mother and Manu the sage as his guide.