Hear now the wondrous deeds of the Ashvins, the divine twin horsemen, swift and compassionate, whose chariot flashes across the heavens at dawn, ever eager to answer the calls of those in distress. Long ago, when Tugra’s son Bhujyu was lost and helpless in the surging ocean, the Ashvins, with their mighty, swift horses, came to his aid. Responding to the prayers of Tugra, they made his son young and strong again, lifting him from the flood and carrying him to safety. So too, when Aja, son of Tugra, was cast into the restless sea, he called upon the Ashvins. Unshaken and steadfast, they harnessed their well-yoked chariot, as swift as thought, and rescued him from the waves, bringing him unharmed to shore. At another time, Aja invoked the Ashvins when a quail was in their care, threatened by a ravenous wolf. The Ashvins, victorious and fearless, struck down the venomous one that was born on the mountain slope, releasing the quail from danger. Their kindness extended further: to Vṛkya, they gave a hundred sheep, and with their gentle father, they banished a great darkness. For Ṛjrāśva, who was blind, the Ashvins bestowed the gift of sight, bringing light to his eyes and making him see the world anew. When Ṛjrāśva called to them, even the wolf-woman acknowledged their might, exclaiming, “O mighty men!” And so, with loving care, the Ashvins restored Ṛjrāśva, who, like a youngling, rejoiced with a hundred and one sheep. Their help is vast and delightful, removing exhaustion from those who are weary. When a housewife, burdened by toil, called upon them, the vigorous Ashvins hastened to her side, bringing swift relief. The Ashvins’ marvels did not end there. When a cow had strayed and was lost, they caused her to yield milk for the one lying down, and by their power, they united Vimada with the wife of Purumitra. With the wolf, they threshed barley, and for a man in need, they drew milk from the cow. Against the Dasyu, they thundered alongside Bakura, bringing wide and radiant light for the Arya. For Dadhyach, son of Atharvan, the Ashvins performed another miracle: they rejoined the horse’s head to his body. Dadhyach, in gratitude, spoke sweet and truthful words to them, for they had revealed their honeyed secret. The wise always seek the Ashvins’ favor, for they are guardians of all thoughts and grant abundant, renowned wealth to those who call them, blessing them with many offspring. To Vadhrimati, the Ashvins gave a son whose hands shone like gold, and thrice they restored to life one who was dark and deformed, showing their inexhaustible generosity. These are the ancient heroic deeds of the Ashvins, celebrated in early songs. May we, too, performing sacred rites and blessed with strong sons, speak in their assembly and praise their name. Their chariot, swift as a falcon, gracious and self-guided, is drawn by three-yoked horses, mighty and wind-driven, faster than the mind of mortals. With this triple-formed, well-wheeled chariot, they approach, making the cows yield and enriching horses, increasing the strength of heroes. The Ashvins listen to the songs of praise sung by the devoted, and the poets wonder at the path by which they return so swiftly from ancient times. Their chariot is yoked to swift-flying falcons, tireless and heavenly, who bring the Ashvins to the offerings like winged vultures. The maiden, beloved daughter of the Sun, mounts their chariot, and around them, splendid winged horses and russet birds carry them swiftly through the skies. With healing powers, the Ashvins raised Vandana from decay, carried Taugra’s son across the sea, and made Chyavana young again. To Atrayi, who was in need, they gave nourishing food, and to the blind Kanva, they restored sight, delighting in his praise. For Shayu, they made the cow yield milk in his time of need, released Vartika from distress, and set the leg again for Vishpala, enabling her to walk once more. To Pedu, they gave a white, Indra-guided horse, swift and victorious, and to Johutra, strong in conquest, they granted success in contests. The Ashvins, born of noble lineage, are ever invoked for prosperity, arriving with their wealth-bringing chariot, accepting the songs of their devotees. At every dawn, the Ashvins are called upon, their falcon-speed chariot racing to the offering. Their chariot, full of wonders, swift as thought, drawn by strong horses, is worthy of sacrifice and brings life. With a thousand reins, it carries the forest and countless treasures, attentive to praise and bestowing wide paths. Devoted prayers reach out to them from all directions, as offerings, sweet with warmth, are brought forth. When rivals gather for contests and festivals, the Ashvins’ chariot is seen, carrying the generous giver to the highest reward. They carried Bhujyu from peril, made a clear path for Divodāsa, and showed their great favor. The singer yokes their youthful chariot for their glory, and 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, strengthened the lowing cow, and extended the worshipper’s life. Vandana, too, was restored from decay as a craftsman repairs a chariot, and the inspired sage prospered in the field, the Ashvins’ favor becoming a sharp edge for the worshipper. When one was weeping in a distant place, bound by his father’s command, the Ashvins’ splendid aid became manifest, answering the seeker’s call. Their honey-sweet bee, the drinker of Soma, calls them with the prayer of Ushij. They drew forth Dadhichi’s mind, and his head, fitted with the horse’s voice, spoke to them. To Pedu, the white-horsed, they granted abundant favor, making the difficult easy in battle and supporting the people like Indra. Who, indeed, can attain the Ashvins’ favor through sacrifice? Who can delight them both? The wise ask, seeking to know; the unwise, not understanding, ask differently, for even among mortals there is doubt. But those who know call upon the Ashvins, and those eager for their presence approach with devotion. The singer questions the Ashvins as one asks the gods about the marvel of sacrifice, seeking their protection. That which shines in the sound of the Bhrigu, by which the singer worships with his voice, the messenger, not knowing, sends forth. The singer has heard the song of Takavāna and rejoices in the Ashvins, whose eyes are lords of beauty. The Ashvins are the protectors of great wealth, always present, good guardians who shield their devotees from the wolf and from all evil. These are the ancient, ever-living marvels of the Ashvins, the divine twins whose compassion and power bring healing, abundance, and light to those who call upon them with faith.