Hear now the wondrous deeds of the Ashvins, divine twins of swift rescue and boundless generosity, whose blessings have adorned the hymns of old. Once, the sage Rebha lay hidden far away, submerged in the waters like a concealed horse. But the mighty Ashvins, ever wise and unfailing in their ancient powers, found and freed him from his watery prison. Another they rescued from the lap of destruction itself, drawing him forth from darkness into light, as the sun emerges from night, or as a golden ornament is unearthed from the earth—so did they bring him out for all to praise. For Kakṣīvat Pajriya, they performed a glorious deed: from the hoof of their swift horse, they poured out a hundred jars of honey, bestowing sweetness and abundance upon the people. They answered the prayers of Kṛṣṇīya, granting him Viṣṇāpva for all to see, and for Ghoṣā, aging in her father’s house, they bestowed a husband, ending her loneliness. To Śyāva, they granted the shining one, and to Kaṇva, the greatness of the earth; and their favor brought lasting fame to Nārṣada. In many forms, the Ashvins bore the swift, unconquered horse Pedu, a thousandfold steed, slayer of serpents and bringer of glory. These generous acts resound between heaven and earth, sung by the wise and the grateful. When the Pajras called, the Ashvins came with sustenance and strength for the inspired. With the radiance of the sun, delighting in praise and growing with Agastya’s prayer, they restored Viśpalā, making her whole again. Swift as a hidden golden vessel revealed, they brought forth the tenth, answering calls with their mighty presence. They made the aged Cyavāna young once more, so that the daughter of the sun herself chose their chariot, drawn by splendor. For Tugra, they revived his son with their ancient aid, and carried Bhujyu safely from the ocean’s flood with their strong, swift horses. When Aja, son of Tugra, was cast into the sea, he called upon the Ashvins, and they rescued him with their chariot, swift as thought. When the quail was in their care, they released it from the wolf, and with the victorious, they struck down the venomous one born on the mountainside. To Vṛkya, they gave a hundred sheep, and with their kindly father, banished great darkness. For Ṛjrāśva, they gave sight—light for the blind, so he could see the world anew. When Ṛjrāśva called, even the wolf-woman marveled at the Ashvins’ generosity, as the lover, like a youngling, rejoiced with a hundred and one sheep. The Ashvins’ help is great, always bringing delight and removing exhaustion. When the housewife called upon them, they came with their aid. They made the lost cow yield milk for the one lying down, and with their powers, reunited Vimada with the woman of Purumitra. With the wolf, they threshed barley, and for the man, they drew milk from the cow. Against the Dasyu, with Bakura, they thundered, bringing wide light for the Arya. For Dadhyach, the sage of the Atharvans, they rejoined the horse’s head, so he could speak sweet, honeyed words and reveal their secret. The wise have always sought their favor, and the Ashvins have protected all thoughts. To Vadhrimati, they gave a son with golden hands, and thrice restored the dark, deformed one to life. Such are their ancient heroic deeds, sung in the earliest hymns. May we, performing sacred rites, speak in their assembly with strong sons. Their chariot, swift as a falcon, gracious and self-guided, is ever-invoked—faster than mortal thought, three-yoked, mighty, and wind-driven. With this wondrous chariot, they come to make the cows yield, enrich horses, and increase the hero’s strength. Poets sing, wondering by which swift path the Ashvins return from ancient times. Their falcons, yoked to the chariot, winged and tireless, bring them swiftly to the offering. The beloved maiden, daughter of the Sun, mounts their chariot, and splendid, winged horses and russet birds carry them onward. With healing powers, they raised up Vandana, carried Tugra’s son across the sea, and made Chyavana young again. To Atrayi, in need, they gave nourishing food; to the blind Kanva, they restored sight, accepting his praise. For the needy Shayu, they made the cow yield milk, released Vartika from distress, and set the leg again for Vishpala. To Pedu, they gave the white, Indra-guided, swift horse—Johutra, noble and victorious in contests. Ever born of good lineage, the Ashvins are invoked with devotion, bringing wealth and prosperity. At dawn, their falcon-speed is sought, for they are most constant at the sacred offering. Their chariot, full of wonders and swift as thought, drawn by strong horses and a thousand reins, carries treasures and bestows wide paths. Inspired prayers reach out to them, and their chariot, born of strength, ascends with nourishment. When rivals gather for contest and festival, the Ashvins’ chariot is seen, bringing the generous giver to the best reward. They carried Bhujyu, who was perishing, home to his fathers, and made a clear path for Divodāsa, showing their great favor. For their wondrous power, the singer yokes their youthful chariot for glory. The maiden, seeking friendship, chooses them as her lords, desiring their protection. They rescued Rebha from the flood, brought warmth to one chilled by frost, filled the cow with strength, and extended the worshipper’s life. They restored Vandana from decay, as craftsmen repair a chariot, made the inspired sage prosper in the field, and made their favor a sharp edge for the worshipper. Such are the ancient, heroic deeds of the Ashvins, ever swift to aid, ever generous, whose blessings fill the hymns of praise and the hearts of those who call upon them.