1. THOU, Agni,
even as Mitra, hast a princely glory of thine own.
Thou, active Vasu, makest fame
increase like full prosperity.
2 For, verily,
men pray to thee with sacrifices and with songs.
To thee the Friendly Courser,
seen of all, comes speeding through the air.
3 Of one
accord men kindle thee Heaven's signal of the sacrifice,
When, craving bliss, this race
of man invites thee to the solemn rite.
4 Let the man
thrive who travails sore, in prayer, far thee the Bountiful.
He with the help of lofty Dyaus
comes safe through straits of enmity.
5 The mortal
who with fuel lights thy flame and offers unto thee,
Supports a house with many a
branch, Agni, to live a hundred years.
6 Thy bright
smoke lifts itself aloft, and far-extended shines in heaven.
For, Purifier! like the Sun
thou beamest with thy radiant glow.
7 For in men's
houses thou must be glorified as a well-loved guest,
Gay like an elder in a fort,
claiming protection like a son.
8 Thou, Agni,
like an able steed, art urged by wisdom in the wood.
Thou art like wind; food, home
art thou, like a young horse that runs astray.
9 E'en things
imperishable, thou, O Agni, like a gazing ox,
Eatest, when hosts, Eternal
One! of thee the Mighty rend the woods.
10 Agni, thou
enterest as Priest the home of men who sacrifice.
Lord of the people, prosper
them. Accept the ofrering, Angiras!
11 O Agni, God
with Mitra's might, call hither the favour of the Gods from earth and heaven.
Bring weal from heaven, that
men may dwell securely. May we o'ercome the foe's malign oppressions, may we
o'ercome them, through thy help o'ercome them.