The Ancient's Milch-cow yields the things we long for: the Son of Daksina travels between them. She with the splendid chariot brings refulgence. The praise of Usas hath awoke the Asvins.
suyug vahanti prati vām ṛtenordhvā bhavanti pitareva medhāḥ | jarethām asmad vi paṇer manīṣāṃ yuvor avaś cakṛmā yātam arvāk ||
They bear you hither by well-ordered statute: our sacred offerings rise as if to parents. Destroy in us the counsel of the niggard come hitherward, for we have shown you favour.
With lightly-rolling car and well-yoked horses hear this, the press-stone's song, ye Wonder-Workers. Have not the sages of old time, ye Asvins, called you most prompt to come and stay misfortune?
आ मन्येथाम् आ गतं कच् चिद् एवैर् विश्वे जनासो अश्विना हवन्ते । इमा हि वां गोऋजीका मधूनि प्र मित्रासो न ददुर् उस्रो अग्रे ॥
ā manyethām ā gataṃ kac cid evair viśve janāso aśvinā havante | imā hi vāṃ goṛjīkā madhūni pra mitrāso na dadur usro agre ||
Remember us, and come to us, for ever men, as their wont is, invocate the Asvins. Friends as it were have offered you these juices, sweet, blent with milk at the first break of morning.
Even through many regions, O ye Asvins high praise is yours among mankind, ye Mighty- Come, helpers, on the paths which Gods have travelled: here your libations of sweet meath are ready.
purāṇam okaḥ sakhyaṃ śivaṃ vāṃ yuvor narā draviṇaṃ jahnāvyām | punaḥ kṛṇvānāḥ sakhyā śivāni madhvā madema saha nū samānāḥ ||
Ancient your home, auspicious is your friendship: Heroes, your wealth is with the house of Jahnu. Forming again with you auspicious friendship, let us rejoice with draughts of meath together.
O Asvins, Very Mighty ones, with Vayu and with his steeds, one-minded, ever-youthful, Nasatyas, joying in the third day's Soma, drink it, not hostile, Very Bounteous Givers.
aśvinā pari vām iṣaḥ purūcīr īyur gīrbhir yatamānā amṛdhrāḥ | ratho ha vām ṛtajā adrijūtaḥ pari dyāvāpṛthivī yāti sadyaḥ ||
Asvins, to you are brought abundant viands in rivalry with sacred songs, unceasing. Sprung from high Law your car, urged on by press-stones, goes round the earth and heaven in one brief moment.
aśvinā madhuṣuttamo yuvākuḥ somas tam pātam ā gataṃ duroṇe | ratho ha vām bhūri varpaḥ karikrat sutāvato niṣkṛtam āgamiṣṭhaḥ ||
Asvins, your Soma sheds delicious sweetness: drink ye thereof and come unto our dwelling. Your car, assuming many a shape, most often goes to the Soma-presser's place of meeting.