I invoke the offering whose homage spreads forth; the bright, flowing ghee-bearing rite speaks in the hall. The sacrifice rests on the earth, supported; the sun is not its eye.

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When I with reverence clip the grass for Agni, when the trimmed ladle, fullof oil, is lifted, Firm on the seat of earth is based the altar: eye-like, the sacrifice is directed Sun-ward.