Indra and Agni, ever attentive to the call of the devoted sacrificer, are invited to the sacred rite. The one who presses the Soma calls out to them, yearning for their presence and acceptance of the offerings. He asks them to come and partake of the sweet, exhilarating Soma, that their blessings might flow. Amidst these invocations, the mighty Sarasvati is praised—she who is powerful and unyielding, ever generous in her gifts. It was she who bestowed her favor upon Divodasa and the noble Vadhryashva, shielding them from the greedy Panis. Her gifts are renowned and mighty, and the singers recall her protection. With irresistible strength, Sarasvati broke through mountain slopes as easily as a lotus stalk parts the waters, her waves surging with power. In times of need against enemies, the people turn their thoughts and praises to her, seeking her aid. Sarasvati, ever present among the gods, spread forth the offspring of the mighty magician. She drew forth life-giving waters from the earth, even from uneven and barren places, enriching the land. The goddess Sarasvati, abundant in horses and strength, is invoked for protection. She is the inspirer of noble thoughts, and all who seek her for wealth and prosperity are likened to Indra in their victory over obstacles. Sarasvati, rich in strength, supports her devotees in contests, granting favor like Pūshan, and her golden path is fierce against all that stands in the way. She is the slayer of obstacles and delights in the praise of her worshippers. Her endless, unceasing, mighty flood moves and resounds with power. Among her sisters, Sarasvati shines forth in righteousness, passing beyond all haters like the Sun in its glory. Among the seven dear sisters, she is most beloved, and when pleased, she is worthy of all praise. Sarasvati fills the earth, the wide space, and the atmosphere, driving away foes with her presence. She stands in three places, has seven sources, and five forms of birth, ever increasing in abundance. She is invoked in every contest, for by her greatness she is foremost among the mighty, surpassing all others in splendor—like a chariot made for display, she is praised by the wise. The singers entreat Sarasvati to bring them wealth and not withhold her abundance. They ask for her friendship and hospitality, hoping never to be sent to barren lands, but to remain in the richness of her fields. Turning then to the swift Ashvins of heaven, the singer, now growing old, lifts his hymns in praise. At dawn, as the first light appears, the Ashvins traverse the farthest realms with unmatched speed. Their shining chariot wheels through the sacrifice, radiating pure light and illuminating all spaces. Unhindered, they measure countless realms, crossing rivers and deserts with ease. These two, ever strong and tireless, carry the thoughts of the worshipper with their mind-speeding steeds, bringing help to mortals. They are ever new, yet ancient and unfailing, adorning the hymns of the aging singer. They bring auspicious rain, food, and strength when invoked by the Hotar. Most beautiful and wondrous among men, the Ashvins are invoked with both ancient and new words. They bring happiness and are generous to the singer. Once, they rescued Bhujyu, son of Tugra, from the perilous waters of the sea. With their chariot, flying on dustless paths and with the swiftness of birds, they brought him safely home. With their victorious chariot, they responded to the call of Vadhrimati at the mountain, granting favor and filling the cows with abundance, bringing good fortune. Whatever greatness exists in heaven and earth, in the highest sky, or among gods and mortals, all that the Adityas, Vasus, and Rudras place as a burning weapon against the demon. He who wisely rules as king over the spaces is known to Mitra and Varuna. Deep is his protection, his weapon ready even against the deceitful and those who bring harm. The Ashvins are called to come with their shining, man-bearing chariot for the sake of offspring, to drive away the enemy of man, and to cut off the head of the strong adversary. They are asked to come with their bands from the highest, middle, and lowest realms, to break open even the strongest, cattle-rich enclosure for the singer. The Ashvins are generous, and their help is sought in all endeavors. The singer wonders where those splendid Ashvins are, whom the hymn did not find among the unworthy. Yet, those who turn toward the singer are most beloved, and his steadfast thought reaches them. He invites them to the offering, to drink the Soma, asking their journey to be unhindered and their praise uninterrupted. A path is prepared for the Soma-drinker, the sacred grass spread for their approach. With hands raised, the youthful one honors them, and the shining stones mark their arrival. Agni stands upright in the rituals, the offering flows adorned with ghee, and the eager-minded priest moves forward, yoking the oblation for the Ashvins. For glory, the daughter of the Sun, rich in power, stands upon their chariot. By their magic, wonders are performed, and dancers are born among the worshippers. The Ashvins have brought beauty and radiance to the daughter of the Sun, their swift horses following for their glory, and their praised speech marks their arrival. Their swift horses and chariots bring them swiftly to the rites, their mind-speeding chariot eager and urging on the earlier ones. They have nourished abundant gifts like a cow, bestowing wealth repeatedly. Their honeyed and excellent praises are celebrated, and those who follow their generosity prosper. To the singer in the city of the swift, a hundred cooked dishes and a hundred stored in the granary have been given. Shanda, the generous, has given ten fat cows and overcome the mighty. A hundred and a thousand horses have been given along the mountain paths, and now the singer asks the Ashvins to grant such wealth to Bharadvaja on the mountain, that the destroyers may be defeated by their abundant power. The singer prays for favor and the broad path of the noble Ashvins. Then, the radiant splendors of the dawns arise, shining and standing upon the waters, their horses gleaming in the early light. The dawn makes all paths good and easy, and generous rewards become abundant. Beautiful to behold, the dawn spreads her rays widely across the sky. Revealing her radiant form, she brightens the world with her greatness. Carried by red horses, she spreads good fortune far and wide. The hero, swift as a spear, drives away enemies, dispels darkness, and brings the light—swift as a carrier, the dawn brings blessings to all.