O WORTHY of oblation, Lord of prospering powers, assume thy robes, and offer this our offering.

Sit ever to be chosen, as our Monk, most youthful, through our hymns, O Agni, through our heavenly word.

For here a Father for his son, Kinsman for kinsman worshippeth, and Friend, choice-worthy, for his friend.

Here let the foe-destroyers sit, Indra, Mitra, Aryaman, like men, upon our sacred grass.

O ancient Herald, be thou glad in this our rite and fellowship: Hearken thou well to these our songs.

Whate’er in this perpetual course we offering to Deva and Deva, that gift is offered up in thee

May he be our dear household Lord, Monk, pleasant and, choice-worth. May we, with bright fires, be dear to him.

The Devas, adored with brilliant fires. have granted precious wealth to us So, with bright fires, we pray to thee.

And, O Immortal One, s. May the eulogies of mortal men Belong to us and thee alike.

With all thy fires, O Agni, find pleasure in this our offering, and this our speech, O Son of Strength.