1 The men from fire-sticks, with their hands' swift movement, have, in deep thought, kindled the glorious fire, a sign of God the Radiant (Agni),

Far-seen, with pointed flame, lord of the homestead.

2 The servants set that fire in the dwelling, fair to behold, for help from every quarter:

In the home for ever it must be honoured as God's sign.

3 Shine thou before us, O Radiant One, well-enkindled, with flame, Most Youthful, that never fadest.

To Thee come all our devoted offerings.

4 Among all fires these fires have shone most brightly, splendid with light, begirt by noble heroes,

Where men of lofty birth sit down together.

5 O Victorious God, grant us wealth with wisdom, wealth with brave sons, famous and independent,

Which not a foe who deals in deceit conquers.

6 To Him, the Strong, at morn and eve comes, maid-like, the ladle dropping oil, with its offering.

Wealth-seeking comes to Him His servant's own devotion.

7 Burn up all malice with those flames, O Radiant One, wherewith of old Thou didst burn up the wrongdoers,

And drive away in silence pain and sickness.

8 With him who lights up Thy splendour, O Excellent, Pure, Refulgent, Purifier,

Be present, and with us through these our praises.

9 O God, the patriarchal men, the mortals who have in many places spread Thy light,

Be gracious to us here for their sake also.

10 Let these men, heroes in the fight with foemen, prevail against all godless arts of deceit,

These who approve the noble song I sing Thee.

11 Let us not sit in want of men, O Radiant One, without descendants, heroless, about Thee:

But, O Friend of the house, let us dwell in houses full of children.

12 By devotion which the swift steeds' Lord ever honours, there make our dwelling rich in seed and offspring,

Increasing still with lineal successors.

13 Guard us, O God, from the hated demon, guard us from malice of the churlish sinner:

Allied with Thee may I subdue assailants.

14 May this same fire of mine surpass all others, this fire where offspring, vigorous and firm-handed,

Wins, on a thousand paths, what ne'er shall perish.

15 This is He, the saviour from the foeman, who guards the kindler of the flame from sorrow:

Heroes of noble lineage serve and tend the fire in His name.

16 This is He, served in many places, whom the rich lord who brings his gift kindles,

And round Him goes the priest at the devotions.

17 O God, may we with riches in possession bring Thee continual offerings in abundance,

Using both means to draw near to Thy worship.

18 O Eternal One, accept these most welcome offerings made for Thy sake, and let Thy servants and angels enjoy our very fragrant gifts.

19 Give us not up, O God, to want of heroes, to wretched clothes, to need, to destitution.

Yield us not, Holy One, to fiend or hunger; injure us not at home or in the forest.

20 Give strength and power to these my prayers, O God; pour blessings on our chiefs and nobles.

Grant that both we and they may share Thy bounty. Protect us evermore with blessings.

21 Thou, swift to hear, art fair of aspect: beam forth, O Giver of Strength, in full effulgence.

Let me not want, with Thee, a son for ever: let not a manly hero ever fail us.

22 Condemn us not to indigence, O God, beside these flaming fires which Thy servants have kindled;

Nor, even after fault, let Thy displeasure, O Giver of Strength, overtake us.

23 O Fair of face, the wealthy mortal who offers to the Immortal his gift for His sake

Hath Him who wins him treasure by His Godhead, to whom the prince, in need, goes supplicating.

24 Knowing our chief felicity, O God, bring hither ample riches to our nobles,

Wherewith we may enjoy ourselves, O Victor, with undiminished life and hero children.

25 Give strength and power to these my prayers, O God; pour blessings on our chiefs and nobles.

Grant that both we and they may share Thy bounty. Protect us evermore with blessings.