Agni, radiant and wise, is called upon to bring together the divine assembly through his sacred invocations. May he, the generous one, partake of the Soma, drinking its essence beyond the span of the day. A new Dawn now shines forth, beloved of the sky, her brilliance spreading across the heavens. To her, and to the Ashvins—the twin gods—I offer lofty hymns of praise. The Ashvins, wondrous children of the river, bestowers of wealth and wisdom, are ever-knowing of riches. Their praises echo from the summits of the ancient earth whenever their chariot is set in motion. With each offering, the lover of the waters is satisfied, the purifier and father of the house, protector of the people. The Ashvins, known as the Nasatyas, are the very supports of our thoughts, their speech wise and sustaining. They are invited to drink of the Soma with strength. These Ashvins, who have filled us with light and driven away the darkness, are asked to grant sustenance and food in this way. We call upon them to come to us with the ship of thoughts, to carry us across the uncertain waters, urging them to yoke their chariot. Their oar is as broad as the sky, and their chariot stands ready at the ford of the rivers, harnessed by wisdom and the drops of Soma. The drops of Kanva, givers of wealth, gather at the place of the rivers, seeking their own hidden abode. There, light was allotted to the portion, gold gleamed before the sun, and the black one revealed it with his tongue. A path appeared, a good and true way, and the heavenly stream was seen to flow. The singer exults in the help received from the Ashvins, celebrating them in the joy of Soma. Clothed in brightness at the coming of Dawn, with Soma and song, the beneficent Ashvins are urged to come to men. They follow the glory of the wide-moving Dawn, having won the truths through the nights. Both Ashvins are invited to drink and to grant protection, their aids unfailing. For them, the Soma—most sweet, pressed and grown with truth—is offered, with a plea to bestow treasures upon the worshipper. The Ashvins are called to come with their triple-yoked, triple-bodied, well-adorned chariot, as the Kanvas sing hymns in sacrifice, hoping the gods will heed their call. They are invited to drink the honeyed Soma, growing strong with truth, and to bring riches on their chariot to the one who offers. Seated upon the threefold sacred grass, knowing all, the Ashvins are asked to taste the sweetness of the sacrifice. The Kanvas, having pressed the Soma, call upon the twins with heartfelt prayers. With the same aids that once protected Kanva, the Ashvins are beseeched to protect us now, lords of beauty, ever strong with truth. For Sudās, too, the wondrous ones are asked to bring riches on their chariot, their swift horses carrying them, granting wealth from the ocean or sky—gifts much to be desired. Whether the Ashvins are far away or with Turvaśa, they are called to come swiftly with their well-yoked chariot, riding with the rays of the sun. May their swift horses, adorned for sacrifice, bring them to the Soma pressing; may they grant nourishment to the doer of good, and sit upon the sacred grass. With their sun-bright chariot, the Nasatyas are summoned, as they have always brought riches to the worshipper and drunk the honeyed Soma. Hymns and songs call them near for help, for in the beloved assembly of the Kanvas, the Ashvins have always partaken of Soma. Now, Dawn herself is invoked. With her power, the daughter of heaven shines forth, radiant and brilliant, bringing wealth and gifts as she reveals the light. With horses and cattle, with all-knowing gifts and treasures, she moves for her worshippers. She awakens us, grants fair speech, and encourages the generosity of the bountiful. Dawn rises, ever young and beautiful, leader of chariots, steadfast and renowned as the ocean. Those who harness their minds to her journeys are praised, and among them, Kanva, the most devoted, sings her name among men. Like a young woman, Dawn comes forth, distributing gifts and making people grow old with her steps, awakening the birds. She scatters the assembly, opens the ways, shining like a clear path, never going astray. At her dawning, the birds do not sit still, eager to greet her. Far away, at the rising of the sun, she is yoked; with a hundred chariots, this fortunate Dawn moves forth, shining among all. For all to see, she makes the world visible, the daughter of the sun bringing light to all. Generous and radiant, she is asked to drive away hatred and darkness. Dawn is called to shine forth with her radiance, bringing abundant good fortune and revealing herself among the dwellings. She is the breath and life of all; when she arises, she brings light and vitality. With her great chariot, she is asked to hear our splendid, generous invocation. Dawn, resplendent among humankind, is entreated to bring strength, to carry the offerings of the pious to the rituals and the sacred fires. She is asked to bring all the gods for the drinking of Soma from the midspace, granting wealth of cattle and horses, and worthy praise, strength, and heroic power. Her bright rays shine for our good, and may she grant us beautiful, all-encompassing wealth, easy to attain. Even the ancient sages invoked Dawn for help and great support; so now, she is asked to accept our praises with her bright radiance, and to bless us with generous gifts.