In the ancient days, the Ashvins, known also as the Nasatyas, rode together as divine twins, ever united in purpose and swift in action. With their arrival, they brought treasures: noble rule, abundant wealth, offspring, long life, and heroic strength. When they came to Jahnavi, they bore prizes and granted her a threefold share of the day, their blessings shining upon her. Their chariots, swift as thought, carried Jahusha safely through the night, protecting him as he was surrounded on all sides. With their cleaving chariot, they crossed the ageless mountains, defying obstacles with ease. For the sake of one dwelling, the Ashvins brought riches and thousands for victory in battle, driving away hostile forces with Indra’s aid, striking down enemies and bringing renown. Even for a single arrow, they came to help; from above or below, they readied their steeds to protect. For one lying low, for the eager youth, they filled the cow with milk, demonstrating their compassion and power. Whenever someone called or praised them, the Ashvins responded, granting the all-desired object to the seeker, just as one finds a lost animal and returns it for seeing. For ten nights and nine days, Rebha was bound and fettered within the waters, separated and crying loudly. The Ashvins led him forth, rescuing him as Soma is poured with the ladle. Their wondrous deeds are declared, and the singer prays to be lord of good cattle and heroes, to see and eat, to attain long life and reach old age as one journeys to the sunset. The ancient priest calls the Ashvins for the exhilaration of sweet Soma, the offering prepared with sacred grass. Their chariot, swifter than the mind, drawn by good horses, comes to the people, reaching the home of the righteous and bringing the path of blessing. They released the sage Atri, son of Pañcajana, from distress, striking down hostile powers and urging the mighty in due order. Like a hidden horse far away, Rebha was trapped in the waters; the wise Ashvins freed him with their powers, their ancient deeds unfailing. One who slept in the lap of destruction, like the sun dwelling in darkness, was revealed by them, shining like a golden ornament buried, brought forth for praise. For Kakṣīvat Pajriya, they performed a praiseworthy deed: from the hoof of their swift horse, they poured out a hundred jars of honey for the people. They gave Viṣṇāpva to Kṛṣṇīya, who praised them, for all to see. For Ghoṣā, growing old in her father’s house, they gave a husband, bestowing joy. They gave the shining one to Śyāva, and greatness of the earth to Kaṇva, and bestowed fame on Nārṣada. Bearing many forms, the Ashvins carried Pedu, the swift, unconquered horse, slayer of serpents, glorious and thousandfold. Their generous deeds are sung between heaven and earth, and when the Pajras call, they come with sustenance and strength for the wise. With the measure of the sun, they grant strength to the inspired, growing with Agastya’s prayer, and restored Viśpalā together. Like a golden vessel hidden, they brought forth the tenth on that day, their actions mysterious and swift. They made Cyavāna, grown old, young again with their powers, and the daughter of the sun chose their chariot, radiant with splendor. For Tugra, they made his son young again, carrying Bhujyu from the ocean’s flood with their swift, strong horses. Aja, son of Tugra, called them when cast into the sea, and they carried him out with their well-yoked chariot, swift as thought, to safety. When the quail was in their care, they released it from the wolf, went forth with the victorious, and struck down the venomous one born on the mountain slope. They gave a hundred sheep to Vṛkya, removed great darkness with their kindly father, and to Ṛjrāśva, they granted sight, bringing light to the blind. For Ṛjrāśva, who called them, the wolf-woman spoke, and the lover, seeing like a youngling, received a hundred and one sheep. Their help is great; they remove exhaustion and bring delight. When the housewife called upon them, they came with aid. They made the lost cow yield milk for the one lying down, and brought the wife to Vimada, the woman of Purumitra. With the wolf, they threshed barley, and milked the cow for the man. Against the Dasyu, with Bakura, they thundered, making wide light for the Arya. For Atharvan Dadhyach, they rejoined the horse’s head, and he spoke sweet words to them, fitting their honeyed secret. The wise one always sought their favor, and the Ashvins protected all thoughts. The singer asks them to grant abundant, renowned wealth, rich in offspring. To Vadhrimati, the Ashvins gave a son with golden hands. Thrice, they restored the dark, deformed one to life, showing their generosity. These ancient heroic deeds, proclaimed by early songs, inspire the singer to perform sacred rites and speak in their assembly with strong sons. May their chariot, swift as a falcon and self-guided, come here—faster than the mind of mortals, three-yoked, mighty, wind-driven. With their triple-formed chariot, they make cows yield, enrich horses, and increase heroes. Listening to praise, they return by the swiftest path known to poets since ancient times. Their falcons, yoked to the chariot, swift-flying and winged, bring them to the offering. Their chariot stands ready, and the maiden, beloved daughter of the Sun, mounts it. Around them, splendid winged horses and russet birds carry them swiftly. With their healing powers, they raised up Vandana, carried Taugra’s son across the sea, and made Chyavana young again. They gave Atrayi, who was in need, nourishment, and restored sight to the blind Kanva, gladly accepting his praise. For Shayu, they made the cow yield milk in ancient times, released Vartika from distress, and set the leg again for Vishpala. Thus, the Ashvins, wondrous and mighty, ever compassionate and swift, answer the calls of those in need, bestowing blessings, healing, and strength, their deeds celebrated in song and prayer from the earliest days.