AGNI the Herald, like a horse, is led forth at our solemn rite, Deva among Devas adorable.
Three times unto our solemn rite comes Agni like a charioteer, bearing the offerings to the Devas.
Round the oblations hath he paced, Agni the Wise, the Lord of Strength, giving the offerer precious boons.
He who is kindled eastward for Sṛñjaya, Devāvata's son, Resplendent, tamer of the foe.
So mighty be the Agni whom the mortal hero shall command, with sharpened teeth and bountiful.
Day after day they dress him, as they clean a horse who wins the prize.
Dress the red Scion of the Sky.
When Sahadeva's princely son with two bay horses thought of me, Summoned by him I drew not back.
And truly those two noble bays I straightway took when offered me, From Sahadeva's princely son.
Long, O ye Indra, may he live, your care, ye Devas, the princely son. Of Sahadeva, Somaka.
Cause him the youthful prince, the son of Sahadeva, to enjoy Long life, O Indra, O ye Devas.