I WILL sing near, for grace, your Deva Agni, for he is good to us.

Son of the Brands. May he give gifts, and, righteous, save us from the foe.

For he is true, whom men of old enkindled, and the Devas themselves, the Monk with the delicious tongue, rich with the light of glorious beams.

With wisdom that surpasseth all, with gracious will most excellent, O Agni, worthy of our choice, shine wealth on us through hymns of praise.

Agni is King, for he extends to mortals and to Devas alike. Agni is bearer of our gifts. Worship ye Agni with your thoughts.

Agni gives to the worshipper a son, the best, of mightiest fame, Of deep devotion, ne’er subdued, bringer of glory to his sire.

Agni bestows the hero-lord who conquers with the men in fight. Agni bestows the fleet-foot steed, the victor never overcome.

The mightiest song is Agni's: shine on high, thou who art rich in light. Like the Chief Consort of a King, riches and strength proceed from thee.

Resplendent are thy rays of light: loud is thy voice like pressing-stones. Yea, of itself thy thunder goes forth like the roaring of the Heaven.

Thus, seeking riches, have we paid homage to Agni Conqueror. May he, most wise, as with a ship, carry us over all our foes.