O Nāsatyas, the twin Ashvins, wondrous sons of Heaven, your deeds are sung with reverence and awe. In ancient times, you followed the distant one and, for the sage Gotama, you shaped a deep well with a crooked rim. From this well, waters gushed forth like streaming rivers, quenching his thirst and bringing him a thousandfold wealth. You are the compassionate liberators: when Cyavāna, longing for life, was bound as if by a garment, you set him free. You restored vitality to the one who had been abandoned, and, by your marvels, made him lord among maidens. Your gifts are praiseworthy and sought after—your protection is a treasure hidden, revealed only to those who worship with understanding. Like thunder that brings rain, so too do your deeds bring blessings; Dadhyañc Atharvaṇa, with the horse’s head, revealed his secret knowledge to you, and you, in turn, brought it forth for the benefit of the world. Purubhujā, the generous woman, called out to you with her hands raised in supplication, seeking your great help. You heard her, as you once heard Vadhri’s wife, and granted the golden-handed one to her. You are the rescuers: you freed the sitting bird from the jaws of the wolf, and you restored discernment to the wise poet, even in his suffering. When Vispala lost her leg in the darkness of night’s contest, you swiftly cut off the wounded limb and fitted her with an iron leg, so she could rise again and win the prize in the contest for wealth. To Ṛjrāśva, whose own father blinded him, you gave a hundred sheep and, with your faultless healing, restored his sight so he could see once more. The daughter of the Sun herself mounted your resplendent chariot, victorious and radiant as a masterwork. All the gods rejoiced in their hearts at this union, and you shared in her glory. For Divodāsa and Bharadvāja, you came with the dawn, your chariot yoked with a bull and a dolphin, moving in harmony and bringing prosperity. You bestowed wealth, noble rule, offspring, long life, and heroic strength, coming to Jahnavi with united purpose, granting her a threefold share of the day. When Jahusha was beset on all sides, you carried him safely through the night with your swift chariots, crossing the ageless mountains. For the sake of a devotee’s dwelling, you brought riches for battle, thousands for victory, and, with Indra’s aid, you drove away the enemies, striking them down. Even for the sake of a single arrow, you came to aid; whether from above or below, you readied your steeds to protect. For the eager youth lying down, you filled the cow with milk, satisfying his need. To those who call and praise you, O Nāsatyas, you respond with your powers. As one finds a lost animal, so do you grant the all-desired object to the seeker. For ten nights and nine days, Rebha was bound and fettered in the waters, separated and crying aloud; you led him forth as Soma is poured with the ladle. These are your wondrous deeds, O Ashvins, and I proclaim them, hoping to be blessed with good cattle, good heroes, and a long, full life, reaching old age as surely as the sun journeys to the horizon. The ancient priest calls you, O Ashvins, to partake in the sweet exhilaration of Soma. The offerings, rich and renowned, are prepared—come, O Nāsatyas, with your strength. Your chariot, swifter than thought, drawn by noble steeds, comes to the people; with it you reach the homes of the righteous, bringing your path to us. You rescued the sage Atri, son of Pañcajana, from distress, defeating the hostile powers. Like a hidden horse, far away, the sage Rebha was trapped in the waters, but you freed him with your powers—your ancient deeds never fail. One who slept in the lap of destruction, like the sun dwelling in darkness, you revealed and brought forth for praise, like a golden ornament uncovered. For Kakṣīvat Pajriya, you performed a praiseworthy deed: from the hoof of your swift horse, you poured out a hundred jars of honey for the people. You gave Viṣṇāpva to Kṛṣṇīya, who praised you, and for Ghoṣā in her father’s house, you brought her a husband in her old age. You gave the shining one to Śyāva and to Kaṇva, greatness of the earth; you bestowed fame on Nārṣada, and these deeds must ever be proclaimed. With many forms, you carried Pedu, the swift, thousandfold, unconquered, serpent-slaying steed. Your generous deeds, O Ashvins, are the songs sung between heaven and earth; when the Pajras call, you come with sustenance and strength for the wise. With the measure of the sun, you grant strength to the inspired, growing with Agastya’s prayer, and you restored Vispala together. Where do you journey, mighty sons of heaven? Like a hidden golden vessel, you brought forth the tenth, a marvel on that day. You made Cyavāna, grown old, young again with your powers; the daughter of the Sun chose your chariot, radiant with splendor. For Tugra, you made his son young again and carried Bhujyu from the ocean’s flood with your swift horses. Aja, son of Tugra, called you when cast into the sea; you carried him to safety with your swift chariot. Aja called again when the quail was in your care, as you released it from the wolf; you went forth, victorious, striking down the venomous one born on the mountain slope. You gave a hundred sheep to Vṛkya and, with your kindly father, removed great darkness. To Ṛjrāśva, you gave sight—light for the blind, you made him see. When Ṛjrāśva called, the wolf-woman cried out to you, and you restored him, with a hundred and one sheep. Your help is great, Ashvins—bringers of delight who remove exhaustion. The housewife, too, called upon you, and you came to her aid. You made the lost cow yield milk for the one lying down, and, with your powers, brought the wife to Vimada, the woman of Purumitra. With the wolf, you threshed barley; you milked the cow for the man. Against the Dasyu, with Bakura, you thundered, making wide light for the Arya. For Atharvan Dadhyach, you rejoined the horse’s head. He spoke sweet, truthful words to you, and you, wondrous ones, fitted your honeyed secret. The wise ever seek your favor, Ashvins, for you protect all thoughts. Grant us, O Nāsatyas, abundant and renowned wealth, rich in offspring, as you have bestowed upon the devotees of old.