WE choose Agni the messenger, the herald, master of all wealth, well skilled in this our offering.

With callings ever they invoke Agni, Agni, Lord of the House, Oblation-bearer, much beloved.

Bring the Devas hither, Agni, born for him who strews the sacred grass: Thou art our herald, meet for praise.

Wake up the willing Devas, since thou, Agni, performest embassage: Sit on the sacred grass with Devas.

O Agni, radiant One, to whom the holy oil is poured.

By Agni Agni is inflamed, Lord of the House, wise, young, who bears the gift.

Praise Agni in the offering, the Sage whose ways are ever true who driveth grief away.

Deva, Agni, be his strong defence who lord of sacred gifts, worshippeth thee the messenger.

Whoso with sacred gift would fain call Agni to the feast of Devas, O Purifier, favour him.

Such, Agni, Purifier, bright, bring hither to our offering, to our oblation bring the Devas.

So lauded by our newest song of praise bring opulence to us, and food, with heroes for our sons.

O Agni, by effulgent flame, by all invokings of the Devas, show pleasure in this laud of ours.