अगस्त्यः खनमानः खनित्रैः प्रजामपत्यं बलमिच्छमानः । उभौ वर्णावृषिरुग्रः पुपोष सत्या देवेष्वाशिषो जगाम
Agastya, digging with spades, seeking offspring, progeny, and strength, the mighty seer nourished both races; he attained true blessings among the gods.
युवो रजांसि सुयमासो अश्वा रथो यद्वां पर्यर्णांसि दीयत् । हिरण्यया वां पवयः प्रुषायन्मध्वः पिबन्ता उषसः सचेथे
Your realms, well-guided horses, and chariot are bestowed when you traverse the paths; your golden filter pours forth, and you partake of honey, joining with the dawn.
युवमत्यस्याव नक्षथो यद्विपत्मनो नर्यस्य प्रयज्योः । स्वसा यद्वां विश्वगूर्ती भराति वाजायेट्टे मधुपाविषे च
You do not neglect the offering of the noble, the worshipper, when he seeks your favor; your sister brings you universal praise, desiring strength and honeyed drink.
युवं पय उस्रियायामधत्तं पक्वमामायामव पूर्व्यं गोः । अन्तर्यद्वनिनो वामृतप्सू ह्वारो न शुचिर्यजते हविष्मान्
You have placed milk in the cow's udder, the ripe and ancient gift; when the sacrificer, pure and offering, invokes you among the woods, he worships you with oblations.
युवं ह घर्मं मधुमन्तमत्रयेऽपो न क्षोदोऽवृणीतमेषे । तद्वां नरावश्विना पश्वइष्टी रथ्येव चक्रा प्रति यन्ति मध्वः
You have chosen the honeyed warmth for the guest, as waters select the channel; so, O Ashvins, the cattle seek you, and the honey flows like wheels along the road.
आ वां दानाय ववृतीय दस्रा गोरोहेण तौग्र्यो न जिव्रिः । अपः क्षोणी सचते माहिना वां जूर्णो वामक्षुरंहसो यजत्रा
For your giving, O wondrous ones, I would turn as a strong man with the strength of a bull; the waters and the earth attend your greatness, and the swift, worshipful one praises you.
नि यद्युवेथे नियुतः सुदानू उप स्वधाभिः सृजथः पुरंधिम् । प्रेषद्वेषद्वातो न सूरिरा महे ददे सुव्रतो न वाजम्
When you harness your generous steeds, you send forth the nourishing one with your powers; like a swift wind, the wise gives for greatness, and the well-willed one grants strength.
वयं चिद्धि वां जरितारः सत्या विपन्यामहे वि पणिर्हितावान् । अधा चिद्धि ष्माश्विनावनिन्द्या पाथो हि ष्मा वृषणावन्तिदेवम्
We, your singers, indeed proclaim your truth with praise, for the reward is set; thus, O Ashvins, the paths are never to be blamed, for the strong ones always lead to the divine.
युवां चिद्धि ष्माश्विनावनु द्यून्विरुद्रस्य प्रस्रवणस्य सातौ । अगस्त्यो नरां नृषु प्रशस्तः काराधुनीव चितयत्सहस्रैः
You, O Ashvins, always follow the days, at the stream of the mighty one; Agastya, renowned among men, like a craftsman, shines forth with thousands.
प्र यद्वहेथे महिना रथस्य प्र स्यन्द्रा याथो मनुषो न होता । धत्तं सूरिभ्य उत वा स्वश्व्यं नासत्या रयिषाचः स्याम
When you advance with the greatness of your chariot, you move swiftly like a human priest; grant to the wise, and also to your own horses, O Nasatyas, that we may be rich in treasures.
तं वां रथं वयमद्या हुवेम स्तोमैरश्विना सुविताय नव्यम् । अरिष्टनेमिं परि द्यामियानं विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
That chariot of yours, today we invoke with hymns, O Ashvins, for new prosperity; with unbroken wheels, traversing the sky, may we know this people, long-lived.
कदु प्रेष्ठाविषां रयीणामध्वर्यन्ता यदुन्निनीथो अपाम् । अयं वां यज्ञो अकृत प्रशस्तिं वसुधिती अवितारा जनानाम्
What is the most beloved among riches, when you, O sacrificers, raise up the waters? This sacrifice has made your praise, O protectors, the wealth-givers and guardians of people.
आ वामश्वासः शुचयः पयस्पा वातरंहसो दिव्यासो अत्याः । मनोजुवो वृषणो वीतपृष्ठा एह स्वराजो अश्विना वहन्तु
Your horses, pure and rich in milk, swift as the wind, divine and strong-backed, eager in mind, royal, O Ashvins, bring you here.
आ वां रथोऽवनिर्न प्रवत्वान्सृप्रवन्धुरः सुविताय गम्याः । वृष्ण स्थातारा मनसो जवीयानहम्पूर्वो यजतो धिष्ण्या यः
Your chariot, like a river, never stops, with strong yoke, is fit for prosperity; the mighty, standing, swifter than thought, foremost among the worshipful, is yours.
इहेह जाता समवावशीतामरेपसा तन्वा नामभिः स्वैः । जिष्णुर्वामन्यः सुमखस्य सूरिर्दिवो अन्यः सुभगः पुत्र ऊहे
Born here, you have assembled, flawless in body and in your own names; one of you is victorious, the wise of good fortune, the other, blessed, is the son of heaven.
प्र वां निचेरुः ककुहो वशाँ अनु पिशङ्गरूपः सदनानि गम्याः । हरी अन्यस्य पीपयन्त वाजैर्मथ्रा रजांस्यश्विना वि घोषैः
Your cows have lowed, the brown ones, following the path, with dappled forms, reaching the dwellings; the horses of one are filled with strength, O Ashvins, and the chariot resounds through the realms.
प्र वां शरद्वान्वृषभो न निष्षाट् पूर्वीरिषश्चरति मध्व इष्णन् । एवैरन्यस्य पीपयन्त वाजैर्वेषन्तीरूर्ध्वा नद्यो न आगुः
Your bull, like autumn, moves forth, distributing ancient gifts, seeking honey; thus, the horses of the other are filled with strength, and the rivers, upright, have come.
असर्जि वां स्थविरा वेधसा गीर्बाळ्हे अश्विना त्रेधा क्षरन्ती । उपस्तुताववतं नाधमानं यामन्नयामञ्छृणुतं हवं मे
The ancient poet has sent forth your song, O Ashvins, threefold, flowing; you have helped the one who praises, not abandoning him, and you hear my call as you journey.
उत स्या वां रुशतो वप्ससो गीस्त्रिबर्हिषि सदसि पिन्वते नॄन् । वृषा वां मेघो वृषणा पीपाय गोर्न सेके मनुषो दशस्यन्
Indeed, your shining forms are praised with song, on the sacred grass in the assembly of men; your bull-cloud, strong, has filled with strength, and the milk of the cow delights the people.
युवां पूषेवाश्विना पुरंधिरग्निमुषां न जरते हविष्मान् । हुवे यद्वां वरिवस्या गृणानो विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
O Aśvins, as Pūṣan, the wise woman, does not grow old, so your worshipper, full of offerings, calls on you; when I, praising, invoke you for help, may I know this people, long-lived and flourishing.
अभूदिदं वयुनमो षु भूषता रथो वृषण्वान्मदता मनीषिणः । धियंजिन्वा धिष्ण्या विश्पलावसू दिवो नपाता सुकृते शुचिव्रता
Now this skill has arisen; let your strong chariot be adorned, let the wise rejoice; O divine helpers, inspirers of thought, givers of wealth, sons of heaven, of pure vows, of good deeds.
इन्द्रतमा हि धिष्ण्या मरुत्तमा दस्रा दंसिष्ठा रथ्या रथीतमा । पूर्णं रथं वहेथे मध्व आचितं तेन दाश्वांसमुप याथो अश्विना
For you, O divine helpers, are most like Indra, most like the Maruts, wondrous, most powerful, best charioteers; you bear the full chariot filled with honey, and with it, O Aśvins, you come to the worshipper.
किमत्र दस्रा कृणुथः किमासाथे जनो यः कश्चिदहविर्महीयते । अति क्रमिष्टं जुरतं पणेरसुं ज्योतिर्विप्राय कृणुतं वचस्यवे
What, O wondrous ones, do you do here? What do you seek? Whoever among men is to be honored today; cross over, heal, restore life to the fallen, bring light to the sage for his utterance.
जम्भयतमभितो रायतः शुनो हतं मृधो विदथुस्तान्यश्विना । वाचंवाचं जरितू रत्निनीं कृतमुभा शंसं नासत्यावतं मम
Drive away the howling, greedy wolf, strike down the foes, O Aśvins, at the contest; make each singer’s speech rich in gifts, O Nāsatyas, grant both my praise and protection.
युवमेतं चक्रथुः सिन्धुषु प्लवमात्मन्वन्तं पक्षिणं तौग्र्याय कम् । येन देवत्रा मनसा निरूहथुः सुपप्तनी पेतथुः क्षोदसो महः
You made that boat among the rivers, self-moving, winged, for Tugra’s son; by which, with your divine mind, you carried him, swift-flying, over the mighty floods.
अवविद्धं तौग्र्यमप्स्वन्तरनारम्भणे तमसि प्रविद्धम् । चतस्रो नावो जठलस्य जुष्टा उदश्विभ्यामिषिताः पारयन्ति
Tugra’s son, cast down among the waters, in the darkness, at the place without support, four boats, favored by the child in the womb, guided by the Aśvins, carry him across.
कः स्विद्वृक्षो निष्ठितो मध्ये अर्णसो यं तौग्र्यो नाधितः पर्यषस्वजत् । पर्णा मृगस्य पतरोरिवारभ उदश्विना ऊहथुः श्रोमताय कम्
What tree stands fixed in the midst of the waters, which Tugra’s son, seeking refuge, embraced? Like the branches of a beast’s falling leaf, O Aśvins, you carried him for hearing.
तद्वां नरा नासत्यावनु ष्याद्यद्वां मानास उचथमवोचन् । अस्मादद्य सदसः सोम्यादा विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
May that help of yours, O men, O Nāsatyas, always be near, whatever your measure has declared; from this seat of Soma today, may I know this people, long-lived and flourishing.
तं युञ्जाथां मनसो यो जवीयान्त्रिवन्धुरो वृषणा यस्त्रिचक्रः । येनोपयाथः सुकृतो दुरोणं त्रिधातुना पतथो विर्न पर्णैः
Harness that which is swifter than the mind, three-yoked, strong, three-wheeled; by which you come to the well-doer’s home, flying with triple speed like birds with wings.
सुवृद्रथो वर्तते यन्नभि क्षां यत्तिष्ठथः क्रतुमन्तानु पृक्षे । वपुर्वपुष्या सचतामियं गीर्दिवो दुहित्रोषसा सचेथे
When your well-fitted chariot stands at the navel of the earth, when you, wise ones, follow the path of power; may this song, full of beauty, join you, O daughters of heaven, O dawns, may you be united.