Oh Aśvins, what praise could win your favor? Who can please you both? How can the ignorant worship you?
Here, let the ignorant seek guidance from those who know—none else knows like you. Not from a lifeless mortal.
Just as you are, all-wise, we call upon you. Wise ones, tell us today the accepted prayer. We serve you well, and you are praised.
Simply, mighty ones, I ask the gods of this holy offering, sanctified by the mystic word. Save us from what is stronger, fiercer than ourselves.
Sing forth the hymn that shone like Bhṛgu’s, the song with which Pajra’s son worships you, Like a wise minister.
Hear the song of one who hastens swiftly. O Aśvins, I am the one who sang your praise. Turn your eyes here, lords of splendor.
You were always near to share abundant wealth, to give the wealth you gathered. As such, Vasus, protect us well, and keep us safe from the wicked wolf.
Do not hand us over to anyone who hates us, and do not let our milch-cows stray, whose udders feed us, Far from our homes without their calves.
May those who love you become your friends. Prepare us for prosperity with nourishing food, Prepare us for the food that flows from our cows.
I have taken the horseless chariot of the Aśvins rich in sacrifice, And I am well content with it.
May it carry me forever, may the bright chariot pass from one man to another, To the Soma draught.
It despises sleep and the rich who do not enjoy it: Both vanish quickly and are lost.