Cast off the body, O thief, may the forest-oxen, the rough ones, be driven away by tusked hosts. This new-minded thought of yours, Agni, harness and yoked to the chariot, do not brighten with impure colours.

As two daring robbers lurking in a forest seize (upon a traveller) with ten cords, (so the two handsseize upon the touchwood, with the ten fingers). This new praise, Agni, is addressed to you; attach thyself (to mysacrifice) with your radiant members; as (they harness horses) to a car.

Like thieves who risk their lives and haunt the forest, the twain with their ten girdles have secured him. This is a new hymn meant for thee, O Agni: yoke as it were thy car with parts that glitter.