Now Morning, with her first light, shines bright, dear daughter of the sky: High, Aśvins, I praise your worth,
Sons of the sea, mighty to save, discoverers of treasure, you Gods with deep thought who find wealth.
Your giant horses race across the fiery land, When your chariot flies with swift steeds.
You are generous, lover of the flood, Lord of the house, vigilant, Feeding chiefs with offerings.
You listen to our hymns, Nāsatyas, thinking of our words: Drink freely of the Soma juice.
Grant us, O Aśvin pair, such strength that, with attendant light, May lead us through the darkness.
Come in the ship of our hymns to the far shore, O Aśvins, Harness your chariot.
The wide vessel of the heavens is yours, on the flood's shore your chariot waits, Drops, with the hymn, have been prepared.
Kaṇvas, the drops are in the sky; the wealth is at the waters' edge: Where will you manifest your form?
Light came to lighten up the branch, the Sun appeared like gold: And with its tongue it shone the dark.
The path of sacrifice was made to reach the distant goal: The road of heaven was manifest.
The singer of their praise awaits whatever grace the Aśvins give, Who save when Soma makes them glad.
You dwellers with Vivasvān come, auspicious, as to Manu before: Come to the Soma and our praise.
O circumpolar Aśvins, Dawn follows the brightness of your path: Approve with beams our solemn rites.
Drink of our libations, grant protection, O Aśvins two, With aids that none can break.