तं वां रथं वयमद्या हुवेम पृथुज्रयमश्विना संगतिं गोः । यः सूर्यां वहति वन्धुरायुर्गिर्वाहसं पुरुतमं वसूयुम्
Today we call upon your chariot, O Ashvins, broad and swift, the meeting place of the cow; the one that carries Surya, the radiant, long-lived, most generous, and most bountiful among the gods.
युवं श्रियमश्विना देवता तां दिवो नपाता वनथः शचीभिः । युवोर्वपुरभि पृक्षः सचन्ते वहन्ति यत्ककुहासो रथे वाम्
You, Ashvins, divine sons of heaven, possess splendor; you delight in it with your powers. Your forms are joined by the swift horses, which draw your chariot, carrying your treasures.
को वामद्या करते रातहव्य ऊतये वा सुतपेयाय वार्कैः । ऋतस्य वा वनुषे पूर्व्याय नमो येमानो अश्विना ववर्तत्
Who today will offer you, Ashvins, the chosen oblation for help, or for the enjoyment of the pressed Soma with songs? Who will honor you for the ancient truth, with reverence, as you are praised?
हिरण्ययेन पुरुभू रथेनेमं यज्ञं नासत्योप यातम् । पिबाथ इन् मधुनः सोम्यस्य दधथो रत्नं विधते जनाय
With your golden, many-formed chariot, O Nasatyas, come to this sacrifice. Drink the sweet Soma, and grant the treasure to the one who arranges the offering.
आ नो यातं दिवो अच्छ पृथिव्या हिरण्ययेन सुवृता रथेन । मा वामन्ये नि यमन् देवयन्तः सं यद्ददे नाभिः पूर्व्या वाम्
Come to us from heaven and earth with your well-fashioned golden chariot. Let not others restrain you, O divine ones, when the ancient center is offered to you.
नू नो रयिं पुरुवीरं बृहन्तं दस्रा मिमाथामुभयेष्वस्मे । नरो यद्वामश्विना स्तोममावन्त्सधस्तुतिमाजमील्हासो अग्मन्
Now grant us, O wondrous ones, abundant wealth with many heroes in both realms. When your praise is sung, O Ashvins, the men come together, seeking your favor and blessing.
इहेह यद्वां समना पपृक्षे सेयमस्मे सुमतिर्वाजरत्ना । उरुष्यतं जरितारं युवं ह श्रितः कामो नासत्या युवद्रिक्
Here, when your thoughts are united, this good favor and prize come to us. May you make the worshipper prosper, O Ashvins; the desired wish is fulfilled by your grace.
मधुमतीरोषधीर्द्याव आपो मधुमन् नो भवत्वन्तरिक्षम् । क्षेत्रस्य पतिर्मधुमान् नो अस्त्वरिष्यन्तो अन्वेनं चरेम
Let the herbs, the sky, and the waters be sweet for us; let the atmosphere be sweet for us. May the lord of the field be sweet for us; let us move forward unharmed along this path.
पनाय्यं तदश्विना कृतं वां वृषभो दिवो रजसः पृथिव्याः । सहस्रं शंसा उत ये गविष्टौ सर्वामित्तामुप याता पिबध्यै
This is your work, Ashvins, the bull of heaven, of the realms of earth and sky. I praise a thousand, and those who strive for the cow; come together and drink, overcoming all hostility.