युवां स्तोमेभिर् देवयन्तो अश्विनाश्रावयन्त इव श्लोकम् आयवो युवां हव्याभ्य् आयवः । युवोर् विश्वा अधि श्रियः पृक्षश् च विश्ववेदसा । प्रुषायन्ते वाम् पवयो हिरण्यये रथे दस्रा हिरण्यये ॥
yuvāṃ stomebhir devayanto aśvināśrāvayanta iva ślokam āyavo yuvāṃ havyābhy āyavaḥ | yuvor viśvā adhi śriyaḥ pṛkṣaś ca viśvavedasā | pruṣāyante vām pavayo hiraṇyaye rathe dasrā hiraṇyaye ||
Devanagari rendered by HREEM from the edition's roman (IAST) text; the IAST is the edition's own.
Asvins, the pious call you with their hymns of praise, sounding their loud song forth to you, these living men, to their oblations, living men. All glories and all nourishment, Lords of all wealth! depend on you. The fellies of your golden chariot scatter drops, Mighty Ones! of your golden car.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)