1 These songs of mine go forth as lauds of the Radiant One, the disposing Sage, Whose worshipper is ne'er o'erthrown.

2 Wise and All-Knowing One, I beget a song of praise for Thee.

Who willingly receivest it.

3 Thy sharpened flames, O Lord, like the gleams of light that glitter through,

Devour the forests with their teeth.

4 Gold-coloured, bannered with the smoke, urged by the wind, aloft to heaven

Rise, lightly borne, the flames of fire.

5 These lightly kindled fiery flames are all around made visible,

Even as the gleamings of the Dawns.

6 As the All-Knowing speeds along, the dust is black beneath His feet,

When fire spreads upon the earth.

7 Making the plants his nourishment, fire devours and wearies not,

Seeking the tender shrubs again.

8 Bending down with all its tongues, it flickers with its fiery glow

Splendid is the fire in the woods.

10 Worshipped with offerings shines Thy flame, O Lord, from the sacred oil,

With kisses on the ladle's mouth.

11 Let us serve the Radiant One with our hymns, the Disposer,

Who is Lord of all that is borne upon the earth.

12 Yea, Thee, O Lord, do we seek with homage and with fuel, Caller to the truth

Whose wisdom is most excellent.

13 O worshipped with offerings, pure One, we call on Thee as erst,

Did Bhrgu, Manus, Angiras.

14 For Thou, O Lord, by the fire, Sage by the Sage, Good by the Good,

Friend by the Friend, art lighted up.

15 So wealth in thousands, food with store of heroes give Thou to the sage,

O Lord, to the worshipper.

16 O Lord, made by strength, Lord of red steeds and brilliant sway,

Take pleasure in this laud of mine.

17 My praises, O Lord, go to Thee, as the cows seek the stall to meet,

The lowing calf that longs for milk.

18 O best Guide, to Thee all people who have pleasant homes,

Apart, have turned as to their wish.

19 The sages skilled in holy song and thinkers with their thoughts have urged

the sharing of the sacred feast.

20 So, O Lord, unto Thee the Caller, strong in forays, pray

Those who spin out the devotion.

21 In many a place, the same in look art Thou, a Prince o'er all the tribes

In battles we invoke Thine aid.

22 Pray thou to God, pray to Him who blazes served with sacred oil:

Let Him give ear to this our call.

23 We call on Thee as such, as one who hears, as the All-Knowing,

O Lord! who beats away our foes.

24 I pray to the Lord, King of men, the Wonderful, the President

Of holy Laws: may He give ear.

25 Him like a bridegroom, Him who stirs all people, like a noble horse,

Like a fleet steed, we instigate.

26 Slaying things deadly, burning up foes, the evildoers, on every side,

Shine, O Lord, with Thy sharpened flame.

27 Thou whom the people kindle even as Manus did, best Guide!

O Lord, mark thou this my speech.

28 O Lord, made by strength! whether Thou art in the heavens or in floods,

As such we call on Thee with songs.

29 Yea, all the people, all the folk who have good dwellings, each apart,

Send food for Thy sake to be shared.

30 O Lord, so may we, devout, gazed at by men, throughout our days,

Pass lightly over all distress.

31 We venerate with cheerful hearts the cheerful Lord, dear to all,

Burning, with purifying flame.

32 So Thou, O Lord rich in light, beaming like the sun with Thy rays

Boldly demolishest the gloom,

33 We pray to Thee for this Thy gift, Victor, the gift that faileth not,

O Lord, choicest wealth from Thee.