O Agni, we praise you, lord of riches, like best of herdsmen; quickly dispel the burden of wealth, for at dawn the wise sought you with clear thought.

We, born of the race of Gotama, praise you, Agni, with acceptable (hymns), as the lord of riches; rubbing you, the bearer of oblations, (as a rider rubs down), a horse; may he who has acquired wealth by sacred rites, come hither quickly in the morning.

As such we Gotamas with hymns extol thee, O Agni, as the guardian Lord of riches, Decking thee like a horse, the swift prizewinner. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.