Age after age, when you, Agni, renew the song, give radiance, grant fame to the youthful one. Purify, king, the sinner, detach the ignoble; bring forth the harmless forest‑dweller not by force but by your might.

To those, Agni, who repeat new (praises) to you, the object of their worship from age to age, grant riches and famous (posterity); strike don, undecaying, sovereign, the sinner with your blaze like the thunderbolt, as if he were a tree.

In every age bestow upon the singers wealth, worthy of holy synods, glorious, ever new. King, undecaying, as it were with sharpened bolt, smite down the sinner like a tree with lightning-flash.