Come, O ye Asvins, mounted on your triple car three-seated, beautiful of form To you at sacrifice the Kanvas send the prayer: graciously listen to their call.
O Asvins, ye who strengthen Law, drink ye this sweetest Soma juice. Borne on your wealth-fraught car come ye this day to him who offers, ye of wondrous deeds.
Omniscient Asvins, on the thrice-heaped grass bedew with the sweet juice the sacrifice. The sons of Kanva, striving heavenward, call on you with draughts of Soma juice out-poured.
sudāse dasrā vasu bibhratā rathe pṛkṣo vahatam aśvinā | rayiṃ samudrād uta vā divas pary asme dhattam puruspṛham ||
O Mighty Ones, ye gave Sudas abundant food, brought on your treasure-laden car; So now vouchsafe to us the wealth which many crave, either from heaven or from the sea.
So let your coursers, ornaments of sacrifice, bring you to our libations here. Bestowing food on him who acts and gives aright, sit, Chiefs, upon the sacred grass.
उक्थेभिर् अर्वाग् अवसे पुरूवसू अर्कैश् च नि ह्वयामहे । शश्वत् कण्वानां सदसि प्रिये हि कं सोमम् पपथुर् अश्विना ॥
ukthebhir arvāg avase purūvasū arkaiś ca ni hvayāmahe | śaśvat kaṇvānāṃ sadasi priye hi kaṃ somam papathur aśvinā ||
With lauds and songs of praise we call them down to us, that they, most rich, may succour us; For ye have ever in the Kanvas' well-loved house, O Asvins, drunk the Soma juice.