Having carved the fuel in the sacrificial pit, O Agni, do not fail the offering of the kine. The household-offering itself is the sacred libation; the child is not a farmer’s heir.

You are manifested in the timber, Agni, by the act of attrition; you are the bearer (of the oblation) as a horse (is of his rider); you are like the circumsambient wind; you are food and dwelling; you are like a (newborn) babe, and variable (in movement) as a horse.

Thou, Agni, like an able steed, art urged by wisdom in the wood. Thou art like wind; food, home art thou, like a young horse that runs astray.