Rise and sweep away those who take up arms against us, O Agni, burn down the enemy, you possessed of sharpened darts. Humiliate and consume completely like dried-up stubble, him who creates mischief by encouraging our foe!

Rise up, punish them all who fight against us, manifest your own divine strength. Blunt the weapons of the fiends, slay the enemy whether related to us or be he a stranger. I settle you with fire’s ardour!

Agni is lofty like the head of heaven, he, the sustainer of earth, quickens the waters’. I settle you with mighty Indra’s strength.

You are the lord of the sacrifice and the heaven. With your oblation bearing flaming tongue, you sustain the Adityas in the sky and attend the auspicious rites with your benign teams.

Firm you are, sustainer, established in your place by Visvakarman, O Earth. Let not ocean harm you, let not air injure you, O you steadfast, unshakable earth!

May Prajapati settle you on the waters, on the ocean’s surface, you so spacious and vast. O vast one spread yourself wide.

You are bliss-giving Earth, god-mother Aditi, sustainer and nourisher of all the beings of the world. Steady her, do you no harm to her and look on her with an affectionate eye.

O Agni, your light which spreads out in the sky in the form of the beams of the sun, therewith help us and our children today to gain splendour.

O Indra, Agni, Brihaspati, O gods, whatever your light is there in the sun, or that in the kine and horses, with all that glorify use!

May honeyed Madhu (Chaitra) and Madhava (Baisakh), the two spring months, sprung of heat, increase my prosperity. May heaven and earth, the water and the herbs, may Agnis help me, the sacrificer in my progress. May all the Agnis between heaven and earth one-minded, in accord, attend these two spring months as the gods attend Indra. Be seated with this god firm in your seat like Angiras.

You are invincible by the foes, O conqueror, conquer our foemen, subdue them who fain would oppose us, you are possessed of a thousand manly powers, so do you help and be gracious to me.

In spring the winds blow sweetly, the streams flow sweetly for him who performs sacrifice. So may the herbs be sweet for us!

The nights are sweet, sweet are the days, sweet is the terrestrial atmosphere. May sweet be the Heaven to us like our fathers.

May trees be full of sweet fruits for us, and full sweet the sun. So may our milch-kine be sweet for us.

Seat yourself firm in the deepness of waters, lest sun, lest heat burning within, scorch you. Let the well-formed subjects be surveyed. May the goodly rain that pours, aid you.