युवं तुग्राय पूर्व्येभिरेवैः पुनर्मन्यावभवतं युवाना । युवं भुज्युमर्णसो निः समुद्राद्विभिरूहथुरृज्रेभिरश्वैः
You, for Tugra, with your former aids, made his son young again; you carried Bhujyu from the ocean's flood with your swift, strong horses.
अजोहवीदश्विना तौग्र्यो वां प्रोळ्हः समुद्रमव्यथिर्जगन्वान् । निष्टमूहथुः सुयुजा रथेन मनोजवसा वृषणा स्वस्ति
Aja, son of Tugra, called you, O Aśvins, when cast into the sea, unshaken, moving; you carried him out with your well-yoked chariot, swift as thought, O mighty ones, to safety.
अजोहवीदश्विना वर्तिका वामास्नो यत्सीममुञ्चतं वृकस्य । वि जयुषा ययथुः सान्वद्रेर्जातं विष्वाचो अहतं विषेण
Aja called you, O Aśvins, when the quail was in your care, as you released it from the wolf; you went forth with the victorious, you struck down the venomous one, born on the mountain slope.
शतं मेषान्वृक्ये मामहानं तमः प्रणीतमशिवेन पित्रा । आक्षी ऋज्राश्वे अश्विनावधत्तं ज्योतिरन्धाय चक्रथुर्विचक्षे
A hundred sheep you gave to Vṛkya, you removed the great darkness with your kindly father; to Ṛjrāśva, O Aśvins, you gave sight—light for the blind, you made him see.
शुनमन्धाय भरमह्वयत्सा वृकीरश्विना वृषणा नरेति । जारः कनीन इव चक्षदान ऋज्राश्वः शतमेकं च मेषान्
For Ṛjrāśva, who called you, O Aśvins, the wolf-woman said, 'O mighty men!'; the lover, like a youngling, seeing, Ṛjrāśva, with a hundred and one sheep.
मही वामूतिरश्विना मयोभूरुत स्रामं धिष्ण्या सं रिणीथः । अथा युवामिदह्वयत्पुरंधिरागच्छतं सीं वृषणाववोभिः
Great is your help, Ashvins, bringers of delight; you, O mighty ones, remove exhaustion. Then, the housewife called upon you both, O vigorous ones—come to her with your aid.
अधेनुं दस्रा स्तर्यं विषक्तामपिन्वतं शयवे अश्विना गाम् । युवं शचीभिर्विमदाय जायां न्यूहथुः पुरुमित्रस्य योषाम्
You, wondrous Ashvins, made the cow that had strayed and was lost, yield milk for the one lying down. With your powers, you brought the wife to Vimada, the woman of Purumitra.
यवं वृकेणाश्विना वपन्तेषं दुहन्ता मनुषाय दस्रा । अभि दस्युं बकुरेणा धमन्तोरु ज्योतिश्चक्रथुरार्याय
With the wolf, Ashvins, you threshed barley; you, wondrous ones, milked the cow for the man. Against the Dasyu, with Bakura, you thundered; you made wide light for the Arya.
* आथर्वणायाश्विना दधीचेऽश्व्यं शिरः प्रत्यैरयतम् । स वां मधु प्र वोचदृतायन्त्वाष्ट्रं यद्दस्रावपिकक्ष्यं वाम्
For Atharvan Dadhyach, Ashvins, you rejoined the horse's head. He spoke sweet words to you, in truth, when you, wondrous ones, fitted your honeyed secret.
सदा कवी सुमतिमा चके वां विश्वा धियो अश्विना प्रावतं मे । अस्मे रयिं नासत्या बृहन्तमपत्यसाचं श्रुत्यं रराथाम्
The wise one always sought your favor; you, Ashvins, have protected all my thoughts. Grant us, O Nasatyas, abundant, renowned wealth, rich in offspring.
हिरण्यहस्तमश्विना रराणा पुत्रं नरा वध्रिमत्या अदत्तम् । त्रिधा ह श्यावमश्विना विकस्तमुज्जीवस ऐरयतं सुदानू
You, Ashvins, gave to Vadhrimati a son with golden hands, O men. Thrice, O Ashvins, you restored the dark, deformed one to life, O generous ones.
एतानि वामश्विना वीर्याणि प्र पूर्व्याण्यायवोऽवोचन् । ब्रह्म कृण्वन्तो वृषणा युवभ्यां सुवीरासो विदथमा वदेम
These, Ashvins, are your ancient heroic deeds, which the early songs have proclaimed. Performing sacred rites, O vigorous ones, may we, with strong sons, speak in your assembly.
आ वां रथो अश्विना श्येनपत्वा सुमृळीकः स्ववाँ यात्वर्वाङ् । यो मर्त्यस्य मनसो जवीयान्त्रिवन्धुरो वृषणा वातरंहाः
May your chariot, Ashvins, swift as a falcon, gracious, self-guided, come here—faster than the mind of mortals, three-yoked, mighty, wind-driven.
त्रिवन्धुरेण त्रिवृता रथेन त्रिचक्रेण सुवृता यातमर्वाक् । पिन्वतं गा जिन्वतमर्वतो नो वर्धयतमश्विना वीरमस्मे
With your three-yoked, triple-formed, well-wheeled chariot, come near. Make the cows yield, enrich our horses, and, Ashvins, increase our hero.
प्रवद्यामना सुवृता रथेन दस्राविमं शृणुतं श्लोकमद्रेः । किमङ्ग वां प्रत्यवर्तिं गमिष्ठाहुर्विप्रासो अश्विना पुराजाः
With your well-wheeled chariot, O wondrous ones, listen to this song of praise from the singer. What, indeed, do the poets say is your swiftest returning path, Ashvins, from ancient times?
आ वां श्येनासो अश्विना वहन्तु रथे युक्तास आशवः पतंगाः । ये अप्तुरो दिव्यासो न गृध्रा अभि प्रयो नासत्या वहन्ति
Let your falcons, Ashvins, yoked to the chariot, swift-flying, winged, bring you here. Those tireless, heavenly ones, like vultures, bring you, Nasatyas, to the offering.
आ वां रथं युवतिस्तिष्ठदत्र जुष्ट्वी नरा दुहिता सूर्यस्य । परि वामश्वा वपुषः पतंगा वयो वहन्त्वरुषा अभीके
Here stands your chariot, Ashvins, the maiden, beloved, daughter of the Sun, has mounted it. Around you, the splendid, winged horses, the russet birds, carry you swiftly.
उद्वन्दनमैरतं दंसनाभिरुद्रेभं दस्रा वृषणा शचीभिः । निष्टौग्र्यं पारयथः समुद्रात्पुनश्च्यवानं चक्रथुर्युवानम्
You raised up Vandana with your healing powers, O wondrous, mighty Ashvins. You carried Taugra's son across the sea, and made Chyavana young again.
युवमत्रयेऽवनीताय तप्तमूर्जमोमानमश्विनावधत्तम् । युवं कण्वायापिरिप्ताय चक्षुः प्रत्यधत्तं सुष्टुतिं जुजुषाणा
You gave to Atrayi, who was in need, the pressed, heated nourishment, Ashvins. You restored sight to the blind Kanva, gladly accepting his good praise.
युवं धेनुं शयवे नाधितायापिन्वतमश्विना पूर्व्याय । अमुञ्चतं वर्तिकामंहसो निः प्रति जङ्घां विश्पलाया अधत्तम्
You made the cow yield milk for the needy Shayu, Ashvins, in ancient times. You released Vartika from distress, and set the leg again for Vishpala.
युवं श्वेतं पेदव इन्द्रजूतमहिहनमश्विनादत्तमश्वम् । जोहूत्रमर्यो अभिभूतिमुग्रं सहस्रसां वृषणं वीड्वङ्गम्
You gave to Pedu the white, Indra-guided, swift horse, Ashvins. The noble one, called Johutra, strong in conquest, thousand-winning, victorious in contests.
ता वां नरा स्ववसे सुजाता हवामहे अश्विना नाधमानाः । आ न उप वसुमता रथेन गिरो जुषाणा सुविताय यातम्
You, Ashvins, born of good lineage, we invoke, not failing in devotion. Come to us with your wealth-bringing chariot, accepting our songs, for prosperity.
आ श्येनस्य जवसा नूतनेनास्मे यातं नासत्या सजोषाः । हवे हि वामश्विना रातहव्यः शश्वत्तमाया उषसो व्युष्टौ
Come to us, Nasatyas, together, with the new speed of your falcon, Ashvins. For you are invoked at the offering, Ashvins, most constantly at the breaking of dawn.
आ वां रथं पुरुमायं मनोजुवं जीराश्वं यज्ञियं जीवसे हुवे । सहस्रकेतुं वनिनं शतद्वसुं श्रुष्टीवानं वरिवोधामभि प्रयः
I call for your chariot, full of many wonders, swift as thought, drawn by strong horses, worthy of sacrifice, for life; with a thousand reins, carrying the forest, rich in hundreds of treasures, attentive to praise, bestowing wide paths.
ऊर्ध्वा धीतिः प्रत्यस्य प्रयामन्यधायि शस्मन्समयन्त आ दिशः । स्वदामि घर्मं प्रति यन्त्यूतय आ वामूर्जानी रथमश्विनारुहत्
The inspired prayer has been set upright for you, reaching forth to all directions; the offerings, sweet with warmth, come to you, O Ashvins, as your chariot, born of strength, ascends with nourishment.
सं यन्मिथः पस्पृधानासो अग्मत शुभे मखा अमिता जायवो रणे । युवोरह प्रवणे चेकिते रथो यदश्विना वहथः सूरिमा वरम्
When rivals, striving together, have come to the contest, the splendid festival, the mighty sons in battle; your chariot, O Ashvins, is seen at the descent, when you carry the generous giver to the best reward.
युवं भुज्युं भुरमाणं विभिर्गतं स्वयुक्तिभिर्निवहन्ता पितृभ्य आ । यासिष्टं वर्तिर्वृषणा विजेन्यं दिवोदासाय महि चेति वामवः
You carried Bhujyu, who was perishing, with your own teams, bringing him from his fathers; you, mighty ones, made a clear path for Divodāsa, your great favor was manifest.
युवोरश्विना वपुषे युवायुजं रथं वाणी येमतुरस्य शर्ध्यम् । आ वां पतित्वं सख्याय जग्मुषी योषावृणीत जेन्या युवां पती
For your wondrous power, O Ashvins, your youthful chariot, the singer has yoked for your glory; the maiden, seeking friendship, chose you both as her lords, desiring your protection.
युवं रेभं परिषूतेरुरुष्यथो हिमेन घर्मं परितप्तमत्रये । युवं शयोरवसं पिप्यथुर्गवि प्र दीर्घेण वन्दनस्तार्यायुषा
You rescued Rebha from the flood, O Ashvins, you brought warmth to the one chilled by frost; you filled the lowing cow with strength, you extended the worshipper's long life.
युवं वन्दनं निरृतं जरण्यया रथं न दस्रा करणा समिन्वथः । क्षेत्रादा विप्रं जनथो विपन्यया प्र वामत्र विधते दंसना भुवत्
You, O wondrous ones, restored Vandana from decay, as craftsmen repair a chariot; you made the inspired sage prosper in the field, your favor became a sharp edge for the worshipper.