Surrounded by its own soul, the steadfast Agni, slow-moving, spoke sweet words in the seasons. The vigorous ones streaming forth—those possessing strength—fear neither sorrow nor dread; all the worlds which the cloud covers are theirs.

Agni, the sacrificer, the exhilarator, the sweet-spoken, the object of sacrifice, moving measuredly, circumambulates (the victim) of his own (accord); the bright (rays) of him (fed) with (sacrificial) food, spread around; all the regions are alarmed when he blazes.

Agni himself, the Priest, with measured motion, goes round, with sweet speech, cheerful, true to Order. His fulgent flames run forth like vigorous horses; all creatures are affrighted when he blazes.