By whose vigour you, born of heat, are not thrown down—winds encompass and are unshaken. Their hosts fought; not the life‑force was destroyed; they pressed on, desiring the end.

O imperishable Agni, the invincible winds spread around you (who are) rapid in movement, anddesirous of consuming (the forest), like combatants( the priests) calling aloud, anxious to bestow (the oblation),glorify you, the mighty, stationed in the three (altars).

Thou Everlasting, whom, far-striding fain to burn, the winds, uninterrupted, never overcome, They have approached, as warriors eager for the fight, heroic Trita, guiding him to gain his wish.