As if it were the name of a father, easy to invoke, we all assemble here invoking your chariot, Aśvins, your swiftly rolling circumpolar chariot which he who worships must invoke at dusk and dawn.
Awaken all pleasant melodies and let the hymns flow forth: grant us abundant fullness; this is our desire. Aśvins, grant us a glorious legacy and give our princes wealth as rich as Soma is.
You are the bliss of one who grows old at home, and helpers of the slow, though he lingers last. Men call you too, Nāsatyas, healers of the blind, the thin and feeble, and the man with broken bones.
You rejuvenated Cyavāna, weak and worn with long days, making him young again, like a chariot, giving him power to move. You raised up the son of Tugra from the floods. At our libations must all these acts be praised.
We will declare among the folk your ancient deeds heroic; yes, you were Physicians bringing health. You, you who must be praised, we will bring for aid, so that this foe of ours, O Aśvins, may believe.
Listen to me, O Aśvins; I have cried to you. Give me your aid as sire and mother aid their son. Poor, without kin or friend or blood ties, am I. Save me before it be too late, from this my curse, O Aśvins.
You brought the comely maiden of Purumitra to Vimada as a bride, and came to the weakling’s dame, granting noble offspring to the happy wife. You gave Vigour to Kali when old age was near, rescued Vandana and raised him from the pit, and in a moment gave Viśpalā power to move.
You brought forth Reblia when hidden in the cave and nearly dead, freed Saptavadliri, and for Atri caused the pit heated with fire to be a pleasant resting-place.
You Aśvins, endowed with manly strength, brought forth Reblia when hidden in the cave and nearly dead, Freed Saptavadliri, and for Atri caused the pit heated with fire to be a pleasant resting-place.
On Pedu you bestowed, Aśvins, a white steed with nine-and-nin