1 The watchful Guardian of the people hath been made manifest, the very strong, for fresh prosperity. With oil upon His face, with high heaven-touching flame, He shineth splendidly, pure, for the Bharatas.

2 Ensign of worship, the earliest Household-Priest, the men have kindled the flame in its threefold seat. With the Mighty One and the righteous together on the grass let the wise Priest sit to complete the worship.

3 Pure, unadorned, Thou art manifest from the two kindling-sticks: Thou camest from Vivasvan as a charming Sage. With oil they strengthened Thee, O worshipped God: Thy banner was the smoke that mounted to the sky.

4 May God graciously come to our worship. The men bear the flame here and there in every house. He hath become an envoy, bearer of our gifts: electing Him, men choose One exceeding wise.

5 For Thee, O God, is this sweetest prayer of mine: dear to Thy spirit be this product of my thought. As great streams fill the river so may our song of praise fill Thee, and make Thee yet more mighty in Thy strength.

6 O God, the Angirases discovered Thee what time Thou layest hidden, fleeing back from wood to wood. Thou by attrition art produced as conquering might, and men, O Angiras, call Thee the Son of Strength.