THE other fires are, verily, thy branches; the Immortals all rejoice in thee, O Agni.

Centre art thou of the people, sustaining men like a deep-founded pillar.

The forehead of the sky, Earth's centre, Agni became the messenger of Earth and Heaven. The Deities produced thee, a Deva, to be a light unto the Ārya.

As in the Sun firm rays are set forever, treasures are in Vaiśvānara, in Agni. Of all the riches in the hills, the waters, the herbs, among mankind, thou art the Sovran.

As the great World-halves, so are their Son's praises; skilled, as a man, to act, is he the Herald. Vaiśvānara, celestial, truly mighty, most manly One, hath many a youthful consort.

Even the lofty Heaven, O Jātavedas Vaiśvānara, hath not attained thy greatness. Thou art the King of lands where men are settled, thou hast brought comfort to the Devas in battle.

Now will I tell the greatness of the Hero Agni Vaiśvānara.

Vaiśvānara, dwelling by his might with all men, far-shining, is lauded, excellent, with hundred praises.