pra te yakṣi pra ta iyarmi manma bhuvo yathā vandyo no haveṣu | dhanvann iva prapā asi tvam agna iyakṣave pūrave pratna rājan ||
To thee will send praise and bring oblation, as thou hast merited lauds when we invoked thee. A fountain in the desert art thou, Agni, O Ancient King, to man who fain would worship,
Thou unto whom resort the gathered people, as the kine seek the warm stall, O Most Youthful. Thou art the messenger of Gods and mortals, and goest glorious with thy light between them.
Making thee grow as 'twere some noble infant, thy Mother nurtures thee with sweet affection. Over the desert slopes thou passest longing, and seekest, like some beast set free, thy fodder.
मूरा अमूर न वयं चिकित्वो महित्वम् अग्ने त्वम् अङ्ग वित्से । शये वव्रिश् चरति जिह्वयादन् रेरिह्यते युवतिं विश्पतिः सन् ॥
mūrā amūra na vayaṃ cikitvo mahitvam agne tvam aṅga vitse | śaye vavriś carati jihvayādan rerihyate yuvatiṃ viśpatiḥ san ||
Foolish are we, O Wise and free from error: verily, Agni, thou dost know thy grandeur. There lies the form: he moves and licks, and swallows, and, as House-Lord, kisses the Youthful Maiden.
kūcij jāyate sanayāsu navyo vane tasthau palito dhūmaketuḥ | asnātāpo vṛṣabho na pra veti sacetaso yam praṇayanta martāḥ ||
He rises ever fresh in ancient fuel: smoke-bannered, gray, he makes the wood his dwelling. No swimmer, Steer, he presses through the waters, and to his place accordant mortals bear him.
तनूत्यजेव तस्करा वनर्गू रशनाभिर् दशभिर् अभ्य् अधीताम् । इयं ते अग्ने नव्यसी मनीषा युक्ष्वा रथं न शुचयद्भिर् अङ्गैः ॥
tanūtyajeva taskarā vanargū raśanābhir daśabhir abhy adhītām | iyaṃ te agne navyasī manīṣā yukṣvā rathaṃ na śucayadbhir aṅgaiḥ ||
Like thieves who risk their lives and haunt the forest, the twain with their ten girdles have secured him. This is a new hymn meant for thee, O Agni: yoke as it were thy car with parts that glitter.
ब्रह्म च ते जातवेदो नमश् चेयं च गीः सदम् इद् वर्धनी भूत् । रक्षा णो अग्ने तनयानि तोका रक्षोत नस् तन्वो अप्रयुच्छन् ॥
brahma ca te jātavedo namaś ceyaṃ ca gīḥ sadam id vardhanī bhūt | rakṣā ṇo agne tanayāni tokā rakṣota nas tanvo aprayucchan ||
Homage and prayer are thine, O Jatavedas, and this my song shall evermore exalt thee. Agni, protect our children and descendants, and guard with ever-watchful care our bodies.