तन्मित्रस्य वरुणस्याभिचक्षे सूर्यो रूपं कृणुते द्योरुपस्थे । अनन्तमन्यद्रुशदस्य पाजः कृष्णमन्यद्धरितः सं भरन्ति
On the lap of the sky, the sun makes the form of Mitra and Varuna visible. One strength is endless and shining, another is dark; the tawny ones carry both.
अद्या देवा उदिता सूर्यस्य निरंहसः पिपृता निरवद्यात् । तन्नो मित्रो वरुणो मामहन्तामदितिः सिन्धुः पृथिवी उत द्यौः
Today, O gods, at the rising of the sun, protect us from sin, from fault. May Mitra, Varuna, not harm us, nor Aditi, the river, the earth, nor the sky.
नासत्याभ्यां बर्हिरिव प्र वृञ्जे स्तोमाँ इयर्म्यभ्रियेव वातः । यावर्भगाय विमदाय जायां सेनाजुवा न्यूहतू रथेन
To the two Asvins I spread my praises like a seat, as the wind spreads clouds. They brought the wife for the child, for joy, with their chariot, as comrades in battle.
वीळुपत्मभिराशुहेमभिर्वा देवानां वा जूतिभिः शाशदाना । तद्रासभो नासत्या सहस्रमाजा यमस्य प्रधने जिगाय
With swift-footed, golden horses, or with the gods' helpers, ever victorious, the ass of the Asvins won a thousand in the contest of Yama.
तुग्रो ह भुज्युमश्विनोदमेघे रयिं न कश्चिन्ममृवाँ अवाहाः । तमूहथुर्नौभिरात्मन्वतीभिरन्तरिक्षप्रुद्भिरपोदकाभिः
Tugra called upon the Asvins to rescue Bhujyu in distress, as none else could. You carried him with your own ships, crossing the atmosphere, with waterless vessels.
तिस्रः क्षपस्त्रिरहातिव्रजद्भिर्नासत्या भुज्युमूहथुः पतंगैः । समुद्रस्य धन्वन्नार्द्रस्य पारे त्रिभी रथैः शतपद्भिः षळश्वैः
Three nights, three times, with flying steeds, O Asvins, you carried Bhujyu, like birds, across the ocean's expanse, to the far shore, with three chariots, a hundred wheels, six horses.
अनारम्भणे तदवीरयेथामनास्थाने अग्रभणे समुद्रे । यदश्विना ऊहथुर्भुज्युमस्तं शतारित्रां नावमातस्थिवांसम्
In a place without support, you showed your strength, in a place without foundation, at the edge of the ocean. When you, Asvins, carried Bhujyu to safety, he boarded a ship with a hundred oars.
यमश्विना ददथुः श्वेतमश्वमघाश्वाय शश्वदित्स्वस्ति । तद्वां दात्रं महि कीर्तेन्यं भूत्पैद्वो वाजी सदमिद्धव्यो अर्यः
The Asvins gave a white horse to Yama, to the one with many horses, for lasting welfare. That gift of yours is great and worthy of praise; the noble one, always to be invoked, is a winner of prizes.
युवꣳ नरा स्तुवते पज्रियाय कक्षीवते अरदतम् पुरꣳधिम् । कारोतराच् छफाद् अश्वस्य वृष्णः शतꣳ कुम्भाꣳ असिञ्चतꣳ सुरायाः
You two heroes, for Pajriya and Kakṣīvat, broke open the treasure; you made a hundred jars of strong drink flow from the hoof of the mighty horse.
हिमेनाग्निꣳ घ्रꣳसम् अवारयेथाम् पितुमतीम् ऊर्जम् अस्मा अधत्तम् । ऋबीसे अत्रिम् अश्विनावनीतम् उन् निन्यथुः सर्वगणꣳ स्वस्ति
With cold you protected the fire, you bestowed nourishing strength upon him; for the helpless Atri, O Aśvins, you brought up the entire company to safety.
परावतꣳ नासत्यानुदेथाम् उच्चाबुध्नꣳ चक्रथुर् जिह्मबारम् । क्षरन्न् आपो न पायनाय राये सहस्राय तृष्यते गोतमस्य
You, O Nāsatyas, followed the distant one; you made the deep well with a crooked rim; the waters flowed, like streams, for Gotama's thousandfold wealth, to quench his thirst.
जुजुरुषो नासत्योत वव्रिम् प्रामुञ्चतꣳ द्रापिम् इव च्यवानात् । प्रातिरतꣳ जहितस्यायुर् दस्राद् इत् पतिम् अकृणुतꣳ कनीनाम्
O Nāsatyas, you freed from bonds the one who longed to live, as from a garment you released Cyavāna; you restored the life of the abandoned one, and, O wondrous ones, you made him lord of the maidens.
तद् वाꣳ नरा शꣳस्यꣳ राध्यꣳ चाभिष्टिमन् नासत्या वरूथम् । यद् विद्वाꣳसा निधिम् इवापगूळ्हम् उद् दर्शताद् ऊपथुर् वन्दनाय
That, O men, is your praiseworthy and desirable gift, O Nāsatyas, your protection; when, knowing, you brought forth for worship, as from a hidden treasure, what was concealed.
तद् वाꣳ नरा सनये दꣳस उग्रम् आविष् कृणोमि तन्यतुर् न वृष्टिम् । दध्यङ् ह यन् मध्व् आथर्वणो वाम् अश्वस्य शीर्ष्णा प्र यद् ईम् उवाच
That, O men, I declare openly for gain, with powerful praise, like thunder brings rain; when Dadhyañc Atharvaṇa told you, with the horse’s head, what he had learned.
अजोहवीन् नासत्या करा वाम् महे यामन् पुरुभुजा पुरꣳधिः । श्रुतꣳ तच् छासुर् इव वध्रिमत्या हिरण्यहस्तम् अश्विनाव् अदत्तम्
Purubhujā, the generous, invoked you, O Nāsatyas, with her hands for great help; you heard, as if from Vadhri’s wife, and gave the golden-handed one, O Aśvins.
आस्नो वृकस्य वर्तिकाम् अभीके युवꣳ नरा नासत्यामुमुक्तम् । उतो कविम् पुरुभुजा युवꣳ ह कृपमाणम् अकृणुतꣳ विचक्षे
You released the sitting bird from the wolf’s jaws, O men, O Nāsatyas; and you, O generous ones, made the wise poet, though suffering, discerning.
चरित्रꣳ हि वेर् इवाच्छेदि पर्णम् आजा खेलस्य परितक्म्यायाम् । सद्यो जङ्घाम् आयसीꣳ विश्पलायै धने हिते सर्तवे प्रत्य् अधत्तम्
For, like a bird its wing, you cut off the leg of Vispala in the midst of the night’s play; immediately you fitted an iron limb for her, O Ashvins, so she could win the prize in the contest for wealth.
शतम् मेषान् वृक्ये चक्षदानम् ऋज्राश्वꣳ तम् पितान्धꣳ चकार । तस्मा अक्षी नासत्या विचक्ष आधत्तꣳ दस्रा भिषजाव् अनर्वन्
You gave a hundred sheep to the blind Ṛjrāśva; his father had made him blind, but you, O wondrous Ashvins, healers without fault, restored his sight so he could see.
आ वाꣳ रथꣳ दुहिता सूर्यस्य कार्ष्मेवातिष्ठद् अर्वता जयन्ती । विश्वे देवा अन्व् अमन्यन्त हृद्भिः सम् उ श्रिया नासत्या सचेथे
The daughter of the Sun mounted your chariot, O Ashvins, shining like a skilled craftsman’s work, victorious with her horse; all the gods approved in their hearts, and you, O Ashvins, shared in her glory.
यद् अयातꣳ दिवोदासाय वर्तिर् भरद्वाजायाश्विना हयन्ता । रेवद् उवाह सचनो रथो वाꣳ वृषभश् च शिꣳशुमारश् च युक्ता
When you came, O Ashvins, with light for Divodāsa and for Bharadvāja, your chariot, drawn by the bull and the dolphin yoked together, brought prosperity, moving in harmony.
रयिꣳ सुक्षत्रꣳ स्वपत्यम् आयुः सुवीर्यꣳ नासत्या वहन्ता । आ जह्नावीꣳ समनसोप वाजैस् त्रिर् अह्नो भागꣳ दधतीम् अयातम्
O Nāsatyas, you brought wealth, noble rule, offspring, long life, and heroic strength; you came to Jahnavi, united in purpose, bearing prizes, granting her a threefold share of the day.
परिविष्टꣳ जाहुषꣳ विश्वतः सीꣳ सुगेभिर् नक्तम् ऊहथू रजोभिः । विभिन्दुना नासत्या रथेन वि पर्वताꣳ अजरयू अयातम्
You carried Jahusha, who was surrounded on all sides, safely by night through the spaces with your swift chariots; O Nāsatyas, with your cleaving chariot you crossed the ageless mountains.
एकस्या वस्तोर् आवतꣳ रणाय वशम् अश्विना सनये सहस्रा । निर् अहतꣳ दुच्छुना इन्द्रवन्ता पृथुश्रवसो वृषणाव् अरातीः
For the sake of one dwelling, O Aśvins, you brought riches for battle, thousands for winning; you drove away the hostile ones with Indra’s aid, O mighty and renowned ones, you struck down the enemies.
शरस्य चिद् आर्चत्कस्यावताद् आ नीचाद् उच्चा चक्रथुः पातवे वाः । शयवे चिन् नासत्या शचीभिर् जसुरये स्तर्यम् पिप्यथुर् गाम्
Even for the sake of a single arrow, you came to aid; from below or above you made your steeds ready to protect; even for one lying down, O Nāsatyas, with your powers, for the eager youth, you filled the cow with milk.
अवस्यते स्तुवते कृष्णियाय ऋजूयते नासत्या शचीभिः । पशुꣳ न नष्टम् इव दर्शनाय विष्णाप्वꣳ ददथुर् विश्वकाय
To the one who calls, to the one who praises, you respond, O Nasatyas, with your powers; as one finds a lost animal for seeing, you grant the all-desired object to the seeker.
दश रात्रीर् अशिवेना नव द्यून् अवनद्धꣳ श्नथितम् अप्स्व् अ१न्तः । विप्रुतꣳ रेभम् उदनि प्रवृक्तम् उन् निन्यथुः सोमम् इव स्रुवेण
For ten nights and nine days, bound and fettered within the waters, Rebha, separated and loudly crying, you two led forth, O Ashvins, as Soma is poured with the ladle.
प्र वाꣳ दꣳसाꣳस्य् अश्विनाव् अवोचम् अस्य पतिः स्याꣳ सुगवः सुवीरः । उत पश्यन्न् अश्नुवन् दीर्घम् आयुर् अस्तम् इवेज् जरिमाणꣳ जगम्याम्
I have declared your wondrous deeds, O Ashvins; may I be lord of good cattle, of good heroes; and, seeing and eating, may I attain long life, may I reach old age as one goes to the sunset.
मध्वः सोमस्याश्विना मदाय प्रत्नो होता विवासते वाम् । बर्हिष्मती रातिर्विश्रिता गीरिषा यातं नासत्योप वाजैः
O Aśvins, the ancient priest calls you for the exhilaration of sweet Soma; the offering, rich in sacred grass, renowned, is prepared—come, O Nāsatyas, with strength.
यो वामश्विना मनसो जवीयान्रथः स्वश्वो विश आजिगाति । येन गच्छथः सुकृतो दुरोणं तेन नरा वर्तिरस्मभ्यं यातम्
That chariot of yours, O Aśvins, swifter than the mind, with good horses, comes to the people; with it, O men, you reach the home of the righteous—may you bring that path to us.
ऋषिं नरावंहसः पाञ्चजन्यमृबीसादत्रिं मुञ्चथो गणेन । मिनन्ता दस्योरशिवस्य माया अनुपूर्वं वृषणा चोदयन्ता
You, O men, released the sage Atri, son of Pañcajana, from distress, with your company; striking down the unkind powers of the hostile, you mighty ones, urged on in due order.