Around you, Agni, the adorers shining with fires go, borne by the brave. The chariot is not lightning nor the heaven a car—yet they encircle you.

These your bright and fierce flames, Agni, spread around like the circumambient lightning, and are like a rattling chariot rushing (into battle) for booty.

O Agni, those resplendent flames of thine go valorously forth, Like lightnings flashing round us, like a rattling car that seeks the spoil.