To this fair sacrifice to drink the milky draught thou art invoked: O Agni, with the Maruts come.
No mortal man, no God exceeds thy mental power, O Mighty one: O Agni, with the Maruts come:
All Gods devoid of guile, who know the mighty region of mid-air: O Agni, with those Maruts come.
The terrible, who sing their song, not to be overcome by might: O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Brilliant, and awful in their form, mighty, devourers of their foes: O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Who sit as Deities in heaven, above the sky-vault's luminous sphere: O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Who scatter clouds about the sky, away over the billowy sea: O Agni, with those Maruts come.
Who with their bright beams spread them forth over the ocean in their might O Agni, with those Maruts come.
For thee, to be thine early draught, I pour the Soma-mingled meath: O Agni, with the Maruts come.
