ka u śravat katamo yajñiyānāṃ vandāru devaḥ katamo juṣāte | kasyemāṃ devīm amṛteṣu preṣṭhāṃ hṛdi śreṣāma suṣṭutiṃ suhavyām ||
Who will hear, who of those who merit worship, which of all Gods take pleasure in our homage? On whose heart shall we lay this laud celestial, rich with fair offerings, dearest to Immortals?
ko mṛḷāti katama āgamiṣṭho devānām u katamaḥ śambhaviṣṭhaḥ | rathaṃ kam āhur dravadaśvam āśuṃ yaṃ sūryasya duhitāvṛṇīta ||
Who will be gracious? Who will come most quickly of all the Gods? Who will bring bliss most largely? What car do they call swift with rapid coursers? That which the Daughter of the Sun elected.
मक्षू हि ष्मा गच्छथ ईवतो द्यून् इन्द्रो न शक्तिम् परितक्म्यायाम् । दिव आजाता दिव्या सुपर्णा कया शचीनाम् भवथः शचिष्ठा ॥
makṣū hi ṣmā gacchatha īvato dyūn indro na śaktim paritakmyāyām | diva ājātā divyā suparṇā kayā śacīnām bhavathaḥ śaciṣṭhā ||
So many days do ye come swiftly hither, as Indra to give help in stress of battle. Descended from the sky, divine, strong-pinioned, by which of all your powers are ye most mighty?
का वाम् भूद् उपमातिः कया न आश्विना गमथो हूयमाना । को वाम् महश् चित् त्यजसो अभीक उरुष्यतम् माध्वी दस्रा न ऊती ॥
kā vām bhūd upamātiḥ kayā na āśvinā gamatho hūyamānā | ko vām mahaś cit tyajaso abhīka uruṣyatam mādhvī dasrā na ūtī ||
What is the prayer that we should bring you, Asvins, whereby ye come to us when invocated? Whether of you confronts e'en great betrayal? Lovers of sweetness, Dasras, help and save us.
In the wide space your chariot reacheth heaven, what time it turneth hither from the ocean. Sweets from your sweet shall drop, lovers of sweetness! These have they dressed for you as dainty viands.
sindhur ha vāṃ rasayā siñcad aśvān ghṛṇā vayo 'ruṣāsaḥ pari gman | tad ū ṣu vām ajiraṃ ceti yānaṃ yena patī bhavathaḥ sūryāyāḥ ||
Let Sindhu with his wave bedew your horses: in fiery glow have the red birds come hither. Observed of all was that your rapid going, whereby ye were the Lords of Siirya's Daughter.
iheha yad vāṃ samanā papṛkṣe seyam asme sumatir vājaratnā | uruṣyataṃ jaritāraṃ yuvaṃ ha śritaḥ kāmo nāsatyā yuvadrik ||
Whene'er I gratified you here together, your grace was given us, O ye rich in booty. Protect, ye Twain, the singer of your praises: to you, Nasatyas, is my wish directed.