Not a cloud was there when the maker surveyed the lands; a son was born, the singer descended. The wide-spreading river was born; Agni, swift in song, the dancer, came forth.

The invincible Agni, the cherisher of the valiant in battle, the seen of all, shining by his own lustre, the genitive rator (of the world), the embryo of the waters, the chief of leaders, the mighty, is he who has begotton the waters for (the benefit of) the offerer of the libation.

As keen supporter where great waters gather, light-shedder whom the brood rejoice to look on; He who begat, and will beget, the dawnlights, most manly, Child of Floods, is youthful Agni.