O Ashvins, the twin divine physicians, are called upon with longing and reverence. The worshipper implores, “Come swiftly, O Ashvins, with your chariot—faster even than the blink of an eye. Let your gracious favor draw near to us.” The prayer continues, asking the Ashvins to bring warmth to the devotee even amidst frost, to let their benevolence always be close. A yearning voice wonders, “Where are you now, Ashvins? Where have you gone, soaring like a falcon?” The plea is urgent: “Whenever you may hear my call—today or at any time—let your favor be near.” The worshipper entreats them to respond to every invocation, to come to the nearest call, and to make the devotee’s home a sanctuary of protection. The sacred fire, Agni, and its heat are chosen as the best offering for the devotee. The seven-planked one, filled with longing, sends forth streams of fire—this too is offered up with the hope that the Ashvins’ favor will be near. The prayer is repeated with devotion: “Come, mighty givers, hear my call; let your favor be near to us.” The worshipper marvels at the ancient, praised works of the Ashvins, as if wrought by their mighty hands. “Your kinship and your bond are the same, O Ashvins,” he declares. The chariot of the Ashvins, traversing the realms and the two worlds, is invoked to bring abundance—thousands of cows and horses. “Do not pass us by with your gifts; let your favor be near.” The hymn recalls the reddish, swift one who became water—the radiant light that upholds truth. The Ashvins are praised for splitting the tree as with an axe, and are asked to bravely break apart the dark, oppressive host like a fortress. Turning then to Agni, the worshipper moves from house to house, exalting the beloved guest and praising Agni, the refuge, with words of longing. Agni is honored by the people, who bear offerings and hymns as they do for Mitra, pouring clarified butter with devotion. Agni, the all-knowing, is sent forth by the eager gods to carry offerings to heaven. The worshippers have come to Agni, the great one, the noble slayer of Vṛtra, whose renowned and resounding voice leads at the forefront. Agni is immortal, all-knowing, radiant, dispeller of darkness, and worthy of worship, with offerings poured in ghee. The people worship Agni without hindrance, pouring libations with orderly ladles. A new thought, delightful and skillful, is dedicated to Agni, the wondrous and unfailing guest. The most auspicious and beloved offering is made, with a wish that Agni be pleased and grow strong through their praise. They pray that she, full of splendor, may bring great fame in their struggles. The people praise what is praiseworthy—like a horse, a cow, a swift chariot, or mighty Indra, the lord of truth, whose fame is spread. Gopavana has chosen Agni with words, and the pure one is invoked to hear the prayer. The people worship Agni for strength and call upon him to awaken for the overcoming of obstacles. The singer invokes Agni with a renowned voice and joyful spirit, like the victorious hosts and the roaring heads of the four. Four swift ones, powerful and generous, are likened to a family advancing toward their goal, carrying the worshipper forward. The ford of the Paruṣṇī is shown to Agni; these waters are not givers of horses, nor is any mortal greater than the most powerful. Now, Agni is asked to yoke the horses summoned by the gods, as a charioteer would, and to be the ancient priest in the assembly. The gods are invoked to speak and grant all treasures. Agni, youngest and true son of strength, is called upon as worthy of sacrifice. He is the lord of thousands, master of wealth and hundreds, the head of the wise and of riches. The skilled ones are urged to bow to him with joint offerings, as to a wheel-rim; Agni Angiras is asked to bring the sacrifice nearer. The ever-youthful Agni is addressed for breaking through, and the strong one is urged on with a good hymn. The question arises: “With whose army, O Agni, of far-seeing gaze, shall we cross over the Panis among the cattle?” The prayer concludes with a plea: “Let not the clans of the gods forsake us, as cows at milking; let us not become like the thin one of the barren cow.” Thus, with longing, praise, and repeated invocation, the worshipper seeks the presence, protection, and favor of the Ashvins and Agni, desiring abundance, strength, and victory over obstacles, all with a heart full of devotion.