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1. YOKE, Agni, as a charioteer, thy steeds
who best invite the Gods: As ancient Herald seat thyself.
2 And, God, as skilfullest of all, call for
us bitherward the Gods:
Give all our wishes sure effect.
3 For thou, Most Youthful, Son of Strength,
thou to whom sacrifice is paid,
Art holy, faithful to the Law.
4 This Agni, Lord of wealth and spoil
hundredfold, thousandfold, is head
And chief of riches and a Sage.
5 As craftsmen bend the felly, so bend at
our general call: come nigh,
Angiras, to the sacrifice.
6 Now, O Virupa, rouse for him, Strong God
who shines at early morn,
Fair praise with voice that ceases not.
7 With missile of this Agni, his who looks
afar, will we lay low
The thief in combat for the kine.
8 Let not the Companies of Gods fail us,
like Dawns that float away,
Like cows who leave the niggardly.
9 Let not the sinful tyranny of any
fiercely hating foe
Smite us, as billows smite a ship.
10 O Agni, God, the people sing reverent
praise to thee for strength:
With terrors trouble thou the foe.
11 Wilt thou not, Agni, lend us aid in
winning cattle, winning wealth?
Maker of room, make room for us.
12 In this great battle cast us not aside
as one who bears a load:
Snatch up the wealih and win it all.
13 O Agni, let this plague pursue and
fright another and not us:
Make our impetuous strength more strong.
14 The reverent or unwearied man whose holy
labour he accepts,
Him Agni favours with success.
15 Abandoning the foeman's host pass hither
to this company:
Assist the men with whom I stand.
16 As we have known thy gracious help, as
of a Father, long ago,
So now we pray to thee for bliss.
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