प्रति वां रथं नृपती जरध्यै हविष्मता मनसा यज्ञियेन । यो वां दूतो न धिष्ण्याव् अजीगर् अच्छा सूनुर् न पितरा विवक्मि ॥
prati vāṃ rathaṃ nṛpatī jaradhyai haviṣmatā manasā yajñiyena | yo vāṃ dūto na dhiṣṇyāv ajīgar acchā sūnur na pitarā vivakmi ||
I WITH a holy heart that brings oblation will sing forth praise to meet your car, ye Princes, Which, Much-desired! hath wakened as your envoy. I call you hither as a son his parents.
Brightly hath Agni shone by us enkindled: the limits even of darkness were apparent. Eastward is seen the Banner of the Morning, the Banner born to give Heaven's Daughter glory.
With hymns the deft priest is about you, Asvins, the eloquent priest attends you now, Nasatyas. Come by the paths that ye are wont to travel, on car that finds the light, laden with treasure.
When, suppliant for your help, Lovers of Sweetness! I seeking wealth call you to our libation, Hitherward let your vigorous horses bear you: drink ye with us the well-pressed Soma juices.
prācīm u devāśvinā dhiyam me 'mṛdhrāṃ sātaye kṛtaṃ vasūyum | viśvā aviṣṭaṃ vāja ā purandhīs tā naḥ śaktaṃ śacīpatī śacībhiḥ ||
Bring forward, Asvins, Gods, to its fulfilment my never-wearied prayer that asks for riches. Vouchsafe us all high spirit in the combat, and with your powers, O Lords of Power, assist us.
अविष्टं धीष्व् अश्विना न आसु प्रजावद् रेतो अह्रयं नो अस्तु । आ वां तोके तनये तूतुजानाः सुरत्नासो देववीतिं गमेम ॥
aviṣṭaṃ dhīṣv aśvinā na āsu prajāvad reto ahrayaṃ no astu | ā vāṃ toke tanaye tūtujānāḥ suratnāso devavītiṃ gamema ||
Favour us in these prayers of ours, O Asvins. May we have genial vigour, ne'er to fail us. So may we, strong in children and descendants, go, wealthy, to the banquet that awaits you.
Lovers of Sweetness, we have brought this treasure to you as 'twere an envoy sent for friendship. Come unto us with spirits free from anger, in homes of men enjoying our oblation.
ekasmin yoge bhuraṇā samāne pari vāṃ sapta sravato ratho gāt | na vāyanti subhvo devayuktā ye vāṃ dhūrṣu taraṇayo vahanti ||
With one, the same, intention, ye swift movers, o'er the Seven Rivers hath your chariot travelled. Yoked by the Gods, your strong steeds never weary while speeding forward at the pole they bear you.
असश्चता मघवद्भ्यो हि भूतं ये राया मघदेयं जुनन्ति । प्र ये बन्धुं सूनृताभिस् तिरन्ते गव्या पृञ्चन्तो अश्व्या मघानि ॥
asaścatā maghavadbhyo hi bhūtaṃ ye rāyā maghadeyaṃ junanti | pra ye bandhuṃ sūnṛtābhis tirante gavyā pṛñcanto aśvyā maghāni ||
Exhaustless be your bounty to our princes who with their wealth incite the gift of riches, Who further friendship with their noble natures, combining wealth in kine with wealth in horses.
नू मे हवम् आ शृणुतं युवाना यासिष्टं वर्तिर् अश्विनाव् इरावत् । धत्तं रत्नानि जरतं च सूरीन् यूयम् पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः ॥
nū me havam ā śṛṇutaṃ yuvānā yāsiṣṭaṃ vartir aśvināv irāvat | dhattaṃ ratnāni jarataṃ ca sūrīn yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ ||
Now hear, O Youthful Twain, mine invocation: come, Asvins, to the home where food aboundeth. Vouchsafe us wealth, do honour to our nobles. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.