1Agni, thy faithful servant I call upon thee with many a gift,

As in the keeping of the great inciting God.

2To Agni, to the Hotar-priest offer your best, your lofty speech,

To him ordainer-like who bears the light of songs.

3O Agni, thou who art the lord of wealth in kine, thou Son of Strength,

Bestow on us, O Jatavedas, high renown

4Most skilled in sacrifice, bring the Gods, O Agni, to the pious, man:

A joyful Priest, thy splendour drives our foes afar

5Taught by seven mothers at his birth was he, for glory of the wise.

He, firm and sure, hath set his mind on glorious wealth

6And in the day our prayer is this: May Aditi come nigh to help,

With loving-kindness bring us weal and chase our foes

7Worship thou Jatavedas, pray to him who willingly accepts,

Whose smoke wanders at will, and none may grasp his flame

8No mortal man can e’er prevail by arts of magic over him

Who hath served Agni well, the oblation-giving God.

9Agni, drive thou the wicked foe, the evil-hearted thief away,

Far, far, Lord of the brave! and give us easy paths!

10O hero Agni, Lord of men, on hearing this new laud of mine

Burn down the Rakshasas, enchanters, with thy flame!

1Sing forth to him the holy, most munificent, sublime with his refulgent glow,

To Agni, ye Upastutas

2Agni, he conquers by thine aid that brings him store of valiant sons and does great deeds,

Whose bond of friendship is thy choice

3Sing praise to him the Lord of light! The Gods have made the God to be their messenger,

To bear oblation to the Gods.

4Anger not him who is our guest! He is the bright God Agni, praised by many a man,

God Hotar, skilled in sacrifice.

5May Agni, worshipped, bring us bliss: may the gift, blessed one! and sacrifice bring bliss.

Yea, may our eulogies bring bliss.

6Thee have we chosen skilfullest in sacrifice, immortal Priest among the Gods,

Wise finisher of this holy rite.

7Bring us that splendour, Agni, which may overcome each greedy fiend in our abode,

And the malicious wrath of men!

8Soon as the eager Lord of men is friendly unto Manu’s race

Agni averteth from us all the Rakshasas!

1Sing this, beside the flowing juice, to him your hero, much-invoked,

To please him as a mighty Bull

2O Satakratu Indra, now rejoice with that carouse of thine

Which is most glorious of all!

3Ye cows, protect the fount: the two mighty ones bless the sacrifice.

The handles twain are wrought of gold.

4Sing praises that the horse may come; sing, Srutakaksha, that the cow

May come, that Indra’s might may come

5We make this Indra very strong to strike, the mighty Vritra dead:

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