Stand upon your splendid, well-crafted chariot, O Nāsatyas, your vehicle brimming with offerings and moving ever true to your vows. With this chariot, you, the divine twins, seek the sacred path, coming both for the blessing of offspring and for your own fulfillment. May neither wolf nor she-wolf threaten your journey; may you not be led astray nor suffer harm. For you, O wondrous ones, a special portion is set apart—this song of praise, and here are your treasures as sweet as honey. You are the ones whom Gotama, the great singer, and Atri, with his devoted offerings, have called for aid. Like a guide who leads unerringly to the goal, come, O Nāsatyas, to my invocation. We have journeyed beyond the farthest darkness, and so, O Aśvins, this hymn is offered to you. Come to us by the paths of the gods, that I may behold a people who are long-lived and flourishing. Today and ever after, I invoke you as the fire is kindled at dawn with hymns—O Nāsatyas, sons of heaven, bestowers of the most generous gifts, wherever you may be. O strong ones, gladden us here! Drive away the greedy, delighting in the rushing wave. Hear my words with your attentive ears, O men—so desired, so knowing, so understanding. For beauty, O Pūṣan, as a craftsman does for the gods, may you bear Sūryā’s chariot, O Nāsatyas. Your praises are sung, born in the waters, and your yokes, like Varuṇa’s fetters, are perfectly joined. May your sweet favor be with us; accept this hymn of praise from a worthy singer. As your fame spreads, O generous ones, the peoples rejoice in your heroic strength. This hymn is composed for you, Ashvins, in honor and with splendid praise. Come along the path for the sake of the son and the self; delight, O Nasatyas, in the words of Agastya. We have crossed beyond the darkness; for you, Ashvins, this hymn is set forth. Come here by the divine paths, that we may find a people who are long-living and vigorous. Which of these two is earlier, which is later? What do the wise say of their birth—who truly knows? When both, bearing all things within themselves, move apart, day and night revolve like a wheel. Two, moving together, traverse far; the one with feet carries the other without feet, bearing the embryo. Like a son always in the lap of his parents, may Heaven and Earth protect us from harm. I call for the gift of Aditi—free from distress, shining with light, worthy of praise. May Heaven and Earth bring forth this blessing for the singer; may they protect us from harm. When they are heated and endowed with strength, may we follow the twin children of the gods. Both, belonging to the gods, with both days, may Heaven and Earth protect us from harm. Coming together, the two young women meet—sisters and wives—in the lap of their parents. Smelling the navel of the world, may Heaven and Earth protect us from harm. Wide and vast, great in their abode, upholding the law, I call the mothers of the gods for help. They who bear the immortal, of beautiful aspect, may Heaven and Earth protect us from harm. Wide, broad, far-reaching Earth and Heaven, I call with reverence in this sacrifice. They who bear good fortune, who are of excellent support, may Heaven and Earth protect us from harm. If, O gods, we have committed any offense—against a friend, a constant companion, or a lord—may this prayer be for forgiveness; may Heaven and Earth protect us from harm. May both noble blessings come to me; may both strengths support me with their help. Even if many enemies are near, may the generous gods delight in us and grant us prosperity. I have declared the truth for the sky, for the earth, for the hearing of the wise, before all. May father and mother protect us from guilt and evil, with their help. Let this, O Heaven and Earth, be true—what I now declare to you, father and mother. Be the nearest helpers of the gods; may we find this people, long-living and vigorous. May the all-knowing god Savitar come to us with blessings at our assembly, accompanied by the goddesses of plenty. As young men gather, may all the world come together for our protection through his wisdom. May all the gods come to us from every side—Mitra, Aryaman, Varuna, united. As all the mighty ones of the world, may they grant us strength, like a powerful band. O Agni, I praise you as the most welcome guest, with blessings, together with the Turvani, united. May Varuna grant us a good name, and may the radiant sun carry us beyond hatred and want. To you I come with reverence, seeking victory, O Ushas and Night, like a cow full of milk. Measuring the hymn on the same day, in your twofold forms, you hold the milk in that vessel. And may Ahibudhnya, the bringer of happiness, lead us, as a nourishing mother leads her child. May the river carry us, by which we cross over the offspring of the waters, whom the swift and mighty bear. And may Tvashtar come here with our wise ones, united in purpose, to partake; may Indra, slayer of Vritra, most powerful among men, come here with the people. And may our thoughts, yoked with horses, approach him as cows lick their young calf. To him, the most fragrant among men, voices sing, as wives to a husband. And may the Maruts, with their ancient host, be of one mind with us; like chariots drawn by dappled horses, like gods joined in friendship, may they be our protectors. When their greatness shines forth, they set forth, well-yoked and splendid; then, on a good day, their armies, like a sharp weapon, sweep away all obstacles. Call upon the Ashvins for help, call upon Pushan, for they are self-powerful. May Vishnu, Vata, and the skillful Ribhus, free from enmity, turn towards the gods with favor. May this your radiance, O worshipful ones, be with us, bringing increase and a secure dwelling; which, striving among the gods for wealth, may we find among the people, lasting long. I will praise the Father, great in law and power, by whose might Trita struck down Vritra, the many-layered. Sweet Father, honeyed Father, we have chosen you; be our protector. Come to us, O nourishing Father, with auspicious guidance; bringer of joy, free from hatred, friend, gracious and unwavering. Yours, O Father, are those juices, spread throughout the realms, established as if resting in the sky like the winds. Yours, O Father, are those gifts; yours is the sweetest, O Father; the sweet ones of the juices, like strong-necked ones, delight in them. In you, O Father, the mind of the great gods is set; by your sign, Trita slew the serpent. When you, O Father, moved among the shining mountains, even there, O honeyed Father, the best food is to be sought. When we taste the essence of waters and plants, become nourishing within, O Vātāpi.