AGNI, well-kindled, bring the Devas for him who offers holy gifts.

Worship them, Purifier, Monk.

Son of Thyself, present, O Sage, our offering to the Devas today. Sweet to the taste, that the, may feast.

Dear Agni, sweet of tongue, the giver of oblations, I Invoke to this our offering.

Agni, on thy most easy car, glorified, hither bring the Devas.

Strew, O ye wise, the sacred grass that drips with oil, in order due, Where the Immortal is beheld.

Thrown open be the Doors Divine, for offering this day and now.

I call, to seat them on the holy grass, at this our solemn offering.

I invite, the wise, divine and sweet of tongue, to celebrate this our offering.

Be seated, peaceful, on the grass.

May he be ours and ours alone.

Deva, sovran of the Wood, present this our oblation to the Devas, and let the giver be renowned.

Pay the offering to Indra in the offerer's house: We call the Devas.