Now praise, as one who strives for strength, the harnessing of Agni's car, The liberal, the most splendid One;
Who, guiding worshippers aright, withers, untouched by age, the foe: When worshipped fair to look upon;
Who for his glory is extolled at eve and morning in our homes, Whose statute is inviolate;
Who shines refulgent like the Sun, with brilliance and with fiery flame, Decked with imperishable sheen.
Him Atri, Agni, have our songs Strengthened according to his sway: All glories hath he made his own.
May we with Agni's, Indra's help, with Soma's, yea, of all the Gods, Uninjured dwell together still, and conquer those who fight with us.
