In the early light of dawn, the mortals look to the Ashvins, wondering who among them is most generous, who is the inspired sage whose words flow with insight, and who, through sacrifice, gains wealth and horses. The people, filled with longing, stand with uplifted hands, calling for the Ashvins to come forth in their foremost chariot. Their hearts desire the presence of the divine twins, whose arrival is awaited by many. The singers offer praise, sweet as honey, hoping it will delight the Ashvins and draw them near, granting gifts as swift and sure as a falcon. Whenever their invocation is heard, they pray that the Ashvins’ generous hands overflow with abundant blessings. The singer adorns their beloved, strong, wealth-bearing chariot with words of praise, inviting the Ashvins to listen to his sweet call. He implores them to come swiftly, crossing all obstacles, wondrous ones with golden wheels, delighting as they are drawn by rivers. He asks them to bring treasures, accepting his offerings, bestowing wealth, and to hear his invocation. The Ashvins’ strong treasures are set in their chariot, in the speech placed there, and the spotted deer, the gazelle, becomes a marvel for them. With awakened minds, eager for the chariot and attentive to the call, the Ashvins bring the fallen sage Chyavana to safety. Horses yoked by the mind, moist with dew, come to them, and birds bring them for the drink, accompanied by good thoughts. The Ashvins are called to come without delay, even across the hostile, unhindered by any turning. In this sacrifice, the singer, shining with praise, calls for their help, knowing that the Ashvins favor the one who praises them. Dawn has arrived, and Agni, the bright beast, has been kindled as the priest. The Ashvins’ strong, wealth-laden chariot has been yoked by the immortal, and the singer’s invocation rises. With the dawn, Agni shines at the forefront, and the inspired words of the priests awaken. Now, the Ashvins are called to come with their chariot, bringing the warm drink. No prepared path restrains them; they are invited to this praise, to come by day, with help, for the drink, turning back toward the worshiper with graciousness. They are welcomed at gatherings, in the morning, at midday, at the rising of the sun, by day and by night, with help and blessing, for their drink is prepared. This is their established place in the highest heaven, their houses, their home. The Ashvins are called to come from the great heaven, from the mountain, from the waters, bringing nourishment and strength. With their new favor, full of delight, the worshipers hope to go safely, asking for wealth, heroes, and undying blessings. The first worship is offered in the morning to the two who travel at dawn, before the greedy and the angry, so they may drink. The sacrifice is set for the Ashvins in the morning, and poets who have gone before proclaim them. The Ashvins are asked to perform the morning sacrifice, to pour the offering, for there is no favor for the godless in the evening. Others worship them, and each earlier worshipper is more worthy. Their chariot, golden-bodied, honey-colored, streaming with ghee, moves swiftly, drawn by horses, crossing over all misfortunes as quickly as thought or wind. He who most often invokes the two Nasatyas, who is dearest at the division of the portion, may he fill his offspring with blessings, always ascending in brightness, ever surpassing others. With the new favor of the Ashvins and joy-bringing guidance, the worshipers hope to go forward, asking for wealth, heroes, and undying blessings. The Ashvins are called to come swiftly, like swans flying to the pressed Soma. They are likened to deer, to cows going to pasture, to swans, flying to the Soma. As givers of horses, they are asked to accept the sacrifice for the desired offering, flying to the Soma like swans. When the sage Atri fell into distress and called upon the Ashvins, as a woman in labor, the divine twins came swiftly as falcons, bringing new help and happiness. The tree is asked to open its womb for Saptavadhrin, as the Ashvins are called to hear and release him. For the frightened, fallen sage Saptavadhrin, the Ashvins used their powers to split and join the tree, freeing him. As the wind stirs the lotus pond from all sides, so may the embryo move and the ten-month child come forth. As the wind, as the forest, as the ocean moves, so may the ten-month child come forth together with the womb. The boy who has lain ten months in the mother is called to come out alive, unharmed, alive among the living. Now, Dawn is called to awaken the people, great and shining for wealth, as she has done before, true-famed, noble-born, bestower of horses and good speech. She rises in the pure chariot, daughter of the sky, mighty, true-famed, noble-born, bestower of horses and good speech. May she, generous, bring blessings today, rising in might and nobility. Those fires who praise her with hymns, with gifts, honor the radiant Dawn, dwelling in the house, bestower of noble offspring and good speech. Even if hosts conceal her for the sake of bounty, the generous have placed gifts all around her, well-born, bestower of horses and good speech. Among these, Dawn is asked to place glory rich in heroes, among the generous, who have granted gifts without reluctance. Dawn is called to bring great glory and wide renown to those generous ones who share gifts of horses and cattle. And to the worshipers, she is asked to bring wealth abounding in cattle, together with the bright rays of the sun, shining with brilliant beams, well-born, bestower of horses and good speech. Thus, the story unfolds: the mortals, singers, and sages call upon the Ashvins and Dawn, offering praise and sacrifice, seeking their favor, wealth, healing, and blessings. The divine respond with swift chariots, wondrous gifts, and the promise of safety, abundance, and light, as the dawn breaks and the cycle of worship continues.