Who will listen to us, who among those who deserve worship, which God takes pleasure in our offerings? To whose heart shall we lay this celestial praise, rich with fine offerings, dear to the Immortals?
Who will be kind? Who will come most quickly among all the Gods? Who will bring the greatest joy? What chariot do they call swift with swift horses? That which the Sun’s daughter chose.
As many days do you swiftly come hither, as Indra does in battles of distress. Descended from the sky, divine, strong-winged, by which of your powers are you mightiest?
What prayer should we offer to you, Aśvins, so that you come to us when invoked? Whether of you face even the greatest betrayal? Lovers of sweetness, Dasras, protect and save us.
In the vast space your chariot reaches heaven, at what time does it turn hither from the ocean? Sweetness from your sweet shall fall, lovers of sweetness! They have prepared them for you as delicacies.
May Sindhu with its waves sprinkle your horses: in fiery glow have the red birds come hither. All observed was your swift journey, whereby you were the lords of the Sun’s daughter.
Whenever I please you both, your grace is given to us, O you rich in plunder. Protect, you two, the singer of your praises: to you, Nāsatyas, is my wish directed.