SING out the pious at your offerings to move with adorations Earth and Heaven- The Holy Singers, whose unmatched devotions, like a tree's branches, part in all directions.

Let offering proceed like some fleet courser: with one accord lift ye on high the ladles.

Strew sacred grass meet for the solenm service: bright flames that love the Devas have mounted upward.

Like babes in arms reposing on their mother, let the Devas sit upon the grass's summit. Let general fire make bright the flame of worship: scorn us not, Agni, in the Devas’ assembly.

Gladly the Devas have let themselves be honoured, milking the copious streams of holy Order. The highest might to-day is yours, the Vasits': come ye, as many as ye are, one-minded.

So, Agni, send us wealth among the people. May we be closely knit to thee, O Victor, Unharmed, and rich, and taking joy together. Preserve us evermore, ye ods, with blessings.