With heartfelt devotion, the seeker turns to Pūṣan, the radiant one, longing for his favor and praise. No wish arises for enmity with others; instead, the giver is honored with song and hymn. The cows, ever marked and immortal, are believed to have gone to pasture. Pūṣan, protector and mighty one, is called upon to be gracious and to grant strength. The prayer continues, asking for abundant wealth—a hundred horses among the swift king’s gifts, the fortunate one. May favor be found among the Turvashas in his generous bounty. With the thoughts and praises of the Kanva, the prize-winner, and with shining hymns, sixty thousand herds of cattle are driven forth, released by the seer’s command. Even the trees cannot withstand the onrush; they break apart, and the cows and horses are divided by the power of the hymn. From afar, the red-hued one spreads his radiant light, shining with moisture and upholding all things. Like men with minds yoked to a broad-powered chariot, the wondrous pair—the Ashvins—accompany Ushas, the dawn. Hymns come forth to them, bestowers of wealth in horses, as a messenger brings speech. Much beloved for their aid, very gracious and possessing great wealth, the Kanvas praise the Ashvins. Most mighty winners of wealth, bringers of glory and lords of beauty, the Ashvins are invited to the worshipper’s house. For the generous and well-worshipping, they are asked to bestow good wisdom and guidance, to pour out streams of milk enriched with ghee. Swiftly, the Ashvins are called to the hymn, with their falcons and rapid steeds, urged to come with their horses. With these steeds, the Ashvins have traversed the three distant shining realms of heaven, passing through all regions. They are asked to grant abundant wealth with cattle and prosperity, to open wide the path for the journey. The prayer seeks wealth rich in cattle, strong men, splendid chariots, and abundance with horses. Ever-growing lords of beauty, wondrous ones with golden wheels, are invited to drink the honeyed Soma. Protection is sought from the Ashvins, bestowers of wealth in horses, for themselves and the generous. The people’s prayers are offered; the Ashvins are urged to come near, not to turn aside to another. Of the sweet exhilaration, the Ashvins, lords of the chariot, are invited to drink the honeyed gift. The prayer asks for wealth, a hundredfold, a thousandfold, abundant and supporting all people. In many places, the wise call upon the Ashvins; they are asked to come with those who praise. The people, adorned and bearing offerings, with strewn sacred grass, call upon the Ashvins. Today, the wondrous ones are asked to accept the praise, most excellent and intimate, that it may reach them and be with them. The Ashvins are invited to drink from the vessel of honey placed for them, charioteers among men. With that, they are asked to bring abundant nourishment for cattle, offspring, and cows. Blessings are sought from heaven and the flowing rivers, to be poured down as through doors. A question is raised: When will the son of Tugra, having set out on the sea, be abandoned by the Ashvins, or when will their chariot break apart? The Ashvins have always favored Kanva, the generous one, in his house, with constant aids. They are called to come with newer, most auspicious aids, by which the caller seeks their favor. Just as they protected Kanva, the dear and praised, and Atri, and Shinjara as well, so too as they did in contests for wealth—for Soma among cows for Agastya, and for prizes for Sobhari. The prayer seeks as much, or even more, from the mighty Ashvins, singing their praise. Their chariot has golden yokes and golden reins; they have mounted it, reaching to the sky. Its pole is golden, its harness splendid, its axle golden, and both wheels are golden. With this golden chariot, the Ashvins are asked to come even from afar and accept the good praise. They come from afar, bringing many gifts and bestowing nourishment, immortal ones. The Ashvins are called to bring glory, fame, and wealth, shining before all. Their feathered, rain-bringing birds are invited to carry them to the worshipful gathering of people. The chariot, accompanied by songs, moves with strength; its wheel is never hindered. With their golden chariot, swift hands, and horses, the Ashvins hasten, inspired by thought, answering the call of praise and devotion.