When he who was ordained and risen, stirred by wind, was not born of speech nor fashioned wrongly, his eyelids fainted; the black‑yawning, fierce‑toothed one, of pure birth, uttered a cry of the mind.

Since the adorable (Agni), impelled by the wind, spreads in various directions, like an insincere and unrestrained chatterer, (who utters indiscriminate) praises, therefore the world is assiduous in the worship of him, the consumer of all, whose way is dark, who is pure of birth and follows various paths.

What time the Holy One, wind-urged, hath risen up, serpent-like winding through the dry grass unrestrained, Dust lies upon the way of him who burneth all, black-winged and pure of birth who follows sundry paths.