To meet your treasure-car, the mighty car most dear to us, Aśvins, the Rishi is ready, your raiser, with his song of praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
Pass, O ye Aśvins, pass beyond all selfish men’s tribes, Wonderful, with your golden paths, most gracious, bring the flood. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
Come to us, O ye Aśvin Pair, bringing your precious treasures, Rudras, on your gold paths, rejoicing, rich in wealth. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
O strong and Good, the voice that praises you well clings to your car. And that great beast, your chariot-steed, fair and wonderful, makes dainty food. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
Watchful in spirit, born on cars, impetuous, listening to your cry, Aśvins, with winged steeds you swiftly go to cyavana, guileless. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
Hither, O Heroes, let your steeds, dappled in hue, yoked by thought, Your flying steeds, O Aśvins, bring you hither, with bliss, to drink. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
O Aśvins, come to us; Nāsatyas, do not turn away. Through longing for the pious path, we reach our home. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.
Ye Lords of Splendour, free from guile, come, stand at this sacrifice. Beside the singer, Aśvins, who longs for your grace and praises both. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
Dawn with her white herd has appeared, and fire has been placed in its time. Your immortal car, O WonderWorkers, strong and kind, is harnessed. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.