kad u preṣṭāv iṣāṃ rayīṇām adhvaryantā yad unninītho apām | ayaṃ vāṃ yajño akṛta praśastiṃ vasudhitī avitārā janānām ||
What, dearest Pair, is this in strength and riches that ye as Priests are bring from the waters? This sacrifice is your glorification, ye who protect mankind and give them treasures.
May your pure steeds, rain-drinkers, bring you hither, swift as the tempest, your celestial coursers, Rapid as thought, with fair backs, full of vigour, resplendent in their native light, O Asvins.
Your car is like a torrent rushing downward: may it come nigh, broad-seated, for our welfare,-- Car holy, strong, that ever would be foremost, thought-swift, which ye, for whom we long, have mounted.
इहेह जाता सम् अवावशीताम् अरेपसा तन्वा नामभिः स्वैः । जिष्णुर् वाम् अन्यः सुमखस्य सूरिर् दिवो अन्यः सुभगः पुत्र ऊहे ॥
iheha jātā sam avāvaśītām arepasā tanvā nāmabhiḥ svaiḥ | jiṣṇur vām anyaḥ sumakhasya sūrir divo anyaḥ subhagaḥ putra ūhe ||
Here sprung to life, they both have sung together, with bodies free from stain, with signs that mark them; One of you Prince of Sacrifice, the Victor, the other counts as Heaven's auspicious offspring.
pra vāṃ niceruḥ kakuho vaśāṃ anu piśaṅgarūpaḥ sadanāni gamyāḥ | harī anyasya pīpayanta vājair mathrā rajāṃsy aśvinā vi ghoṣaiḥ ||
May your car-seat, down-gliding, golden-coloured, according to your wish approach our dwellings. Men shall feed full the bay steeds of the other, and, Asvins they with roars shall stir the regions.
pra vāṃ śaradvān vṛṣabho na niṣṣāṭ pūrvīr iṣaś carati madhva iṣṇan | evair anyasya pīpayanta vājair veṣantīr ūrdhvā nadyo na āguḥ ||
Forth comes your strong Bull like a cloud of autumn, sending abundant food of liquid sweetness. Let them feed with the other's ways and vigour: the upper streams have come and do us service.
Your constant song hath been sent forth, Disposers! that flows threefold in mighty strength, O Asvins. Thus lauded, give the suppliant protection moving or resting hear mine invocation.
This song of bright contents for you is swelling in the men's hall where three-fold grass is ready. Your strong rain-cloud, ye Mighty Ones, hath swollen, honouring men as 'twere with milk's outpouring.
yuvām pūṣevāśvinā purandhir agnim uṣāṃ na jarate haviṣmān | huve yad vāṃ varivasyā gṛṇāno vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum ||
The prudent worshipper, like Pusan, Asvins! praises you as he praises Dawn and Agni, When, singing with devotion, he invokes you. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.