1 Lord of the house, Sage, ever young, high power of life, O Radiant God,

Thou givest to Thy worshipper.

2 So with our song that prays and serves, attentive, Lord of spreading light,

bring hitherward Thy blessings.

3 For, Ever-Youthful One, with Thee, best Furtherer, as our ally,

We overcome, to win the spoil.

4 As Aurva Bhrgu used, as Apnavana used, I call the pure One

Who clothes Himself with the sea.

5 I call the Sage who sounds like wind, the Might that like the rain-cloud roars,

Who clothes Himself with the sea.

6 As the productive Power of the Light-giver, as Him who sends down bliss, I call

Him who clothes Himself with the sea.

7 Hither, for powerful kinship, I call Him who prospers you,

Most frequent at our solemn rites.

9 This Lord is supreme above all glories:

May He come nigh to us with strength.

10 Here praise ye Him the most renowned of all the ministering Priests,

The Chief at devotion;

11 Piercing, with purifying flame, enkindled in our homes, most high,

Swiftest to hear from far away.

12 Sage, laud the Mighty One who wins the spoil of victory like a steed,

And, like the Friend, unites the folk.

14 The waters find their place in Him, for whom the threefold sacred grass

Is spread unbound, unlimited.

15 The station of the Bounteous God hath, through His aid which none impair,

A pleasant aspect like the Sun.

19 No cow have I to call mine own, no axe at hand wherewith to work,

Yet what is here I bring to Thee.

20 O Lord, whatsoever be the fuel that we lay for Thee,

Be pleased therewith, Most Youthful God

21 That which the white-ant eats, that over which the emmet crawls-

May all of this be oil to Thee.

22 When he enkindles the fire, man should with his heart attend the song:

I with the priests have kindled it.