To you, O Aśvins, bestowers of horses and gracious favor, desires have arisen in our hearts as we call upon you. Become our guardians, splendid lords of harmonious unions, dear to Aryaman; lead us to the secure and sheltered place. O delighting ones, bring wealth and strong sons into the house of man, so that we may praise you. Make the ford easy to cross, O splendid lords, and grant us a firm standing on our path; destroy all ill-intent that approaches us. Where, O wondrous Aśvins, do you delight today? In which lands are you found? Who has invited you—whose house have you entered? Is it the inspired one, or the host who makes sacrifice? At dawn, we call upon you, much-invoked and hymn-loving, with your swift three-wheeled chariot that circles the assembly, eager for beautiful praises. You, O Nāsatyas, yoke your honey-bearing chariot at daybreak and journey among the worshipping peoples, coming even to the sacrifice rich in offerings. Whether it is the priest with honeyed hands, the skillful fire-kindler, or the inspired one whose pressings you favor, come here, O Aśvins, to drink the honeyed draught. Like a craftsman sharpening a tool, let us bring forth a fitting hymn; with noble speech, let the inspired singer direct praise to Soma for Indra. Seek the cow with milking, awaken the friend, O singer, and rouse Indra, the aged and mighty. Like a vessel filled with riches, stir up the hero for the gift of wealth. O generous one, they call you the enjoyer, yet I hear you are not to be enjoyed—may my prayer, O Śakra, bring us a share of wealth. People call upon you, Indra, in their true gatherings; whoever offers to you desires your friendship, even if he pours not Soma. He who eagerly offers you strong Soma, O Indra, for him wealth flows in abundance. You strike down his enemies and rivals in the morning, slaying Vṛtra with your own weapon. In you, Indra, our praise is placed; you who have shown us favor, fulfill our desires. May even distant enemies fear you, and may all glories bow before you. Drive away our foes, O mighty one, as you have done before; grant us barley, cattle, wisdom, and victorious strength. The strong and abundant Somās flow to you, Indra; you do not restrain your generosity, but bestow much wealth upon the Soma-presser. The swift and radiant one prevails, discerning what is done at the right time; the one who desires the gods does not withhold wealth, but releases prosperity to his friend. With cows, barley, and all kinds of food, O much-invoked one, may we conquer distant enemies, and with our leaders, win the foremost riches by our own striving. May Bṛhaspati protect us from behind, above, and below, from all harm; may Indra guard us in front and in the middle, and as a friend, grant passage to his friends. All our thoughts, radiant and harmonious, approach Indra, knowing the light; they embrace him as people embrace their lord, as a noble youth is sought for help. My mind does not turn from you, Indra; in you alone, O much-invoked one, I place my desires. Like a king, sit upon this sacred grass, and let this Soma be your drink. Indra, increaser of abundance and remover of hunger, is the lord of wealth; for him, in the channel, seven rivers grow strong, nourished by the might of the bull. Like birds settling on a leafy tree, the pressing stones approach joyous Indra; his face flashes like lightning, knowing the light for the new day. The swift one searches out what is done for the gods, conquering the sun; none, ancient or new, can match your heroic power. Maghavan has distributed wealth among all people, calling forth cows for the tribes; he whom Śakra delights in at sacrifices withstands the fierce with strong Somās. Like waters flowing to a river, the pressing stones approach Indra as streams to a lake; the sages increase his greatness at the seat as barley grows with divine rain. Like a bull enraged, he rushes through the spaces, making waters for the Arya’s wives; Maghavan finds light for the sacrificer who presses Soma for long life. Let the axe shine forth, the cow of truth yield abundantly as before; let the bright one shine in his radiance, the pure lord of good gleam with golden brilliance. Again, with cows, barley, and all kinds of food, O much-invoked one, may we conquer distant enemies and, with our leaders, win foremost riches by our striving. May Bṛhaspati protect us from behind, above, and below; may Indra be before us, in the middle, and as a friend, make a path for his friends. Let Indra, lord of his own, come for exhilaration, powerful and praiseworthy by his law; with broad vision, he surpasses all obstacles by immense strength. Your chariot is well-made, your horses well-yoked, O lord; the thunderbolt shines in your hand. Come by the good path, O ruler, let your strength flourish. Let Indra’s team bring him, the thunder-armed king; let the mighty ones bring the bull with true might to the shared feast. Unite with the mindful lord who holds the vessel, the pillar of strength; take up vigor and grow in might, as those renowned for their deeds. Come to us with riches, for I praise you and bring you the best wishes; approach, O Soma-bearer. You rule, you are established on the sacred grass, and your vessels are secured by your law. The first divine offerings were made separately, glorious and hard to overcome; those who could not ascend the sacrificial ship shall not settle among the wise. Let those who are distant and near be united; their horses, though hard to harness, are yoked. Thus, those who are earlier and those who are later are gathered where deeds and provisions are many. The trembling mountains are held firm, the sky thunders, and the midspace is stirred in awe. The wise one, aligned, spreads out, and the mighty, having drunk the exhilaration, proclaims hymns. I hold the good goad for you, by which you break the enemy’s power; in this pressing, let your might be present, O Maghavan, and be awake to your share in the offering. With cows and barley, dispel far-off hostility and all hunger; may we, with the foremost kings, win wealth by our own assembly. May Bṛhaspati protect us from behind, above, and below; may Indra be before us, in the middle, our friend, making a path for friends. In the beginning, Agni was first born from the sky; from us, the second, the knower of all births. The third, in the waters, is ceaselessly kindled; the self-born nurture him always.