INSTRUCT me, all ye Devas, how I, elected your Monk, must seat me here, and how address you.

Instruct me how to deal to each his portion, and by what ' path to bring you man's oblation.

I sit as Monk most skilled in sacrificing: the Devas and all Deities impel me. Indra, each day yours is the Adhvaryu's duty: Brahman and wood are here: ’tis yours to offer.

Who is the Monk? Is he the Monk of Yama? On whom is thrust this Deva-appointed honour? He springs to life each month, each day that passes; so Devas have made him their oblation-bearer.

The Devas have made me bearer of oblations, who slipped away and passed through many troubles. Wise Agni shall ordain for us the worship, whether five-wayed, threefold, or seven-threaded.

So will I win you strength and life forever. O Devas, that . May give you room and freedom. To Indra's arms would I consign the thunder; in all these battles shall he then be victor.

The Deities three hundred and thirty-nine, have served and honoured Agni, Strewn sacred grass, anointed him with butter, and seated him as Monks’ Invoker.