The poet, stirred and purified, stood with you by the dwelling of the Maruts, the sender of the firm-voiced one. May the agni, undying, burn in the forests here and give us immortal food born of the Vedic seers.

Churned (by the friction of the sticks), duly plural ced in the sacrificial chamber, the young and sage leader of the rite, Jātavedas, the imperishable Agni, (blazing) amidst consuming forests, grants us on this occasion ambrosial (food).

RUBBED into life, well stablished in the dwelling, Leader of sacrifice, the Sage, the youthful, Here in the wasting fuel Jatavedas, eternal, hath assumed immortal being.