Rigveda 8.102

LORD of the house, Sage, ever young, high power of life, O Agni, God, Thou givest to thy worshipper.

So with our song that prays and serves, attentive, Lord of spreading light, Agni, bring hitherward the Gods.

For, Ever-Youthful One, with thee, best Furtherer, as our ally, We overcome, to win the spoil.

As Aurva Bhrigu used, as Apnavâna used, I call the pure Agni who clothes him with the sea.

I call the Sage who sounds like wind, the Might that like Parjanya roars, Agni who clothes him with the sea.

As Savitar's productive Power, as him who sends down bliss, I call Agni who clothes him with the sea.

Hither, for powerful kirship, I call Agni, him Who prospers you, Most frequent at our solemn rites

That through this famed One's power, he may stand by us even as Tvashṭar comes Unto the forms that must be shaped.

This Agni is the Lord supreme above all glories mid the Gods: May he come nigh to us with strength.

Here praise ye him the most renowned of all the ministering Priests, Agni, the Chief at sacrifice;

Piercing, with purifying flame, enkindled in our homes, most high, Swiftest to hear from far away.

Sage, laud the Mighty One who wins the spoil of victory like a steed, And, Mitra-like, unites the folk.

Still turning to their aim in thee, the oblation-bearer's sister hymns Have come to thee before the wind.

The waters find their place in him, for whom the threefold sacred grass Is spread unbound, unlimited.

The station of the Bounteous God hath, through his aid which none impair, A pleasant aspect like the Sun.

Blazing with splendour, Agni, God, through pious gifts of sacred oil, Bring thou the Gods and worship them.

The Gods as mothers brought thee forth, the Immortal Sage, O Angiras, The bearer of our gifts to heaven.

Wise Agni, Gods established thee, the Seer, noblest messenger, As bearer of our sacred gifts.

No cow have I to call mine own, no axe at hand wherewith to work, Yet what is here I bring to thee.

O Agni, whatsoever be the fuel that we lay for thee, Be pleased therewith, Most Youthful God.

That which the white-ant eats away, that over which the emmet crawls — May all of this be oil to thee.

When he enkindles Agni, man should with his heart attend the song: I with the priests have kindled him.