Hither, that I may live, I call unto the feast your wondrous car, thought-swift, borne on by rapid steeds. With thousand banners, hundred treasures, pouring gifts, promptly obedient, bestowing ample room.
ऊर्ध्वा धीतिः प्रत्य् अस्य प्रयामन्य् अधायि शस्मन् सम् अयन्त आ दिशः । स्वदामि घर्मम् प्रति यन्त्य् ऊतय आ वाम् ऊर्जानी रथम् अश्विनारुहत् ॥
ūrdhvā dhītiḥ praty asya prayāmany adhāyi śasman sam ayanta ā diśaḥ | svadāmi gharmam prati yanty ūtaya ā vām ūrjānī ratham aśvināruhat ||
Even as it moveth near my hymn is lifted up, and all the regions come together to sing praise. I sweeten the oblations; now the helpers come. Urjani hath, O Asvins, mounted on your car.
saṃ yan mithaḥ paspṛdhānāso agmata śubhe makhā amitā jāyavo raṇe | yuvor aha pravaṇe cekite ratho yad aśvinā vahathaḥ sūrim ā varam ||
When striving man with man for glory they have met, brisk, measureless, eager for victory in fight, Then verily your car is seen upon the slope when ye, O Asvins, bring some choice boon to the prince.
Ye came to Bhujyu while he struggled in the flood, with flying birds, self-yoked, ye bore him to his sires. Ye went to the far-distant home, O Mighty Ones; and famed is your great aid to Divodisa given.
Asvins, the car which you had yoked for glorious show your own two voices urged directed to its goal. Then she who came for friendship, Maid of noble birth, elected you as Husbands, you to be her Lords.
Rebha ye saved from tyranny; for Atri's sake ye quenched with cold the fiery pit that compassed him. Ye made the cow of Sayu stream refreshing milk, and Vandana was holpen to extended life.
yuvaṃ vandanaṃ nirṛtaṃ jaraṇyayā rathaṃ na dasrā karaṇā sam invathaḥ | kṣetrād ā vipraṃ janatho vipanyayā pra vām atra vidhate daṃsanā bhuvat ||
Doers of marvels, skilful workers, ye restored Vandana, like a car, worn out with length of days. From earth ye brought the sage to life in wondrous mode; be your great deeds done here for him who honours you.
agacchataṃ kṛpamāṇam parāvati pituḥ svasya tyajasā nibādhitam | svarvatīr ita ūtīr yuvor aha citrā abhīke abhavann abhiṣṭayaḥ ||
Ye went to him who mourned in a far distant place, him who was left forlorn by treachery of his sire. Rich with the light of heaven was then the help ye gave, and marvellous your succour when ye stood by him.
उत स्या वाम् मधुमन् मक्षिकारपन् मदे सोमस्यौशिजो हुवन्यति । युवं दधीचो मन आ विवासथो ऽथा शिरः प्रति वाम् अश्व्यं वदत् ॥
uta syā vām madhuman makṣikārapan made somasyauśijo huvanyati | yuvaṃ dadhīco mana ā vivāsatho 'thā śiraḥ prati vām aśvyaṃ vadat ||
To you in praise of sweetness sang the honey-bee: Ausija calleth you in Soma's rapturous joy. Ye drew unto yourselves the spirit of Dadhyac, and then the horse's head uttered his words to you.
A horse did ye provide for Pedu, excellent, white, O ye Asvins, conqueror of combatants, Invincible in war by arrows, seeking heaven worthy of fame, like Indra, vanquisher of men.