उप नः सुतमा गतं वरुण मित्र दाशुषः । अस्य सोमस्य पीतये
Come to our pressed Soma, Varuṇa and Mitra, you who are worshipped; to drink of this Soma.
आ मित्रे वरुणे वयं गीर्भिर्जुहुमो अत्रिवत् । नि बर्हिषि सदतं सोमपीतये
To Mitra and Varuṇa we offer our songs, as did Atri; sit down on the sacred grass to drink the Soma.
व्रतेन स्थो ध्रुवक्षेमा धर्मणा यातयज्जना । नि बर्हिषि सदतं सोमपीतये
By your vow you stand firm in secure abodes, O upholders of order, O guides of men; come, sit upon the sacred grass to drink Soma.
मित्रश्च नो वरुणश्च जुषेतां यज्ञमिष्टये । नि बर्हिषि सदतां सोमपीतये
May Mitra and Varuṇa accept our sacrifice for the sake of the offering; come, sit upon the sacred grass to drink Soma.
यदद्य स्थः परावति यदर्वावत्यश्विना । यद्वा पुरू पुरुभुजा यदन्तरिक्ष आ गतम्
Wherever you are today, O Aśvins, whether far or near, or in many places, O enjoyers of much, or in the midspace—come here.
इह त्या पुरुभूतमा पुरू दंसांसि बिभ्रता । वरस्या याम्यध्रिगू हुवे तुविष्टमा भुजे
Here, O ever-active ones, bearing many aids, with manifold protections, come, O wondrous-yoked, O swift, I call you for favor.
ईर्मान्यद्वपुषे वपुश्चक्रं रथस्य येमथुः । पर्यन्या नाहुषा युगा मह्ना रजांसि दीयथः
You have made many wondrous forms for the wondrous, you have yoked the wheel of your chariot; with your great might you speed through the realms, encircling the two Nāhuṣa's yokes.
तदू षु वामेना कृतं विश्वा यद्वामनु ष्टवे । नाना जातावरेपसा समस्मे बन्धुमेयथुः
Whatever is done by your favor, all that is for praise; of diverse birth and appearance, you have become our kin together.
आ यद्वां सूर्या रथं तिष्ठद्रघुष्यदं सदा । परि वामरुषा वयो घृणा वरन्त आतपः
When Sūryā mounts your chariot, ever swift and easy to harness, around you the red birds fly, the rays of the sun shine forth.
युवोरत्रिश्चिकेतति नरा सुम्नेन चेतसा । घर्मं यद्वामरेपसं नासत्यास्ना भुरण्यति
Your night is attentive, O men, with kindly mind; when your wondrous, nourishing warmth, O Nāsatyas, is enjoyed.
उग्रो वां ककुहो ययिः शृण्वे यामेषु संतनिः । यद्वां दंसोभिरश्विनात्रिर्नराववर्तति
Your strong trumpet is heard, your team is renowned in the races; with your protections, O Aśvins, the man Atrī has returned.
मध्व ऊ षु मधूयुवा रुद्रा सिषक्ति पिप्युषी । यत्समुद्राति पर्षथः पक्वाः पृक्षो भरन्त वाम्
Sweet is the honey-bearing, nourishing draught, O Rudras, that you pour out; when you cross the sea, the cooked foods bring you strength.
सत्यमिद्वा उ अश्विना युवामाहुर्मयोभुवा । ता यामन्यामहूतमा यामन्ना मृळयत्तमा
Truly, O Aśvins, they call you bringers of joy; those journeys of yours, most eagerly invoked, those journeys are most gracious.
इमा ब्रह्माणि वर्धनाश्विभ्यां सन्तु शंतमा । या तक्षाम रथाँ इवावोचाम बृहन्नमः
May these hymns, increasing, be most auspicious for the Aśvins; those which we have composed as chariot-makers, we have spoken with great reverence.
कूष्ठो देवावश्विनाद्या दिवो मनावसू । तच्छ्रवथो वृषण्वसू अत्रिर्वामा विवासति
Where are you, O divine Aśvins, today from the sky, O mindful ones? May you hear this, O mighty givers; Atrī calls upon you.
कुह त्या कुह नु श्रुता दिवि देवा नासत्या । कस्मिन्ना यतथो जने को वां नदीनां सचा
Where are those, where indeed are the famed ones in heaven, O Nāsatyas? Among which people do you strive, with whom of the rivers do you associate?
कं याथः कं ह गच्छथः कमच्छा युञ्जाथे रथम् । कस्य ब्रह्माणि रण्यथो वयं वामुश्मसीष्टये
Whom do you help, whom do you visit, to whom do you yoke your chariot? Whose hymns do you delight in? May we be those whom you favor.
पौरं चिद्ध्युदप्रुतं पौर पौराय जिन्वथः । यदीं गृभीततातये सिंहमिव द्रुहस्पदे
Even the city-dweller, though cast out, you restore to his city; when you seize the thief, like a lion in his lair.
प्र च्यवानाज्जुजुरुषो वव्रिमत्कं न मुञ्चथः । युवा यदी कृथः पुनरा काममृण्वे वध्वः
From Cyavāna, the aged, you drove away infirmity, you released him as from a bond; when you made the youth again, fulfilling the desire of the wife.
अस्ति हि वामिह स्तोता स्मसि वां संदृशि श्रिये । नू श्रुतं म आ गतमवोभिर्वाजिनीवसू
Indeed, you have here a singer; we are yours for vision and glory; now, O famed ones, come to me with help, O bestowers of strength.
को वामद्य पुरूणामा वव्ने मर्त्यानाम् । को विप्रो विप्रवाहसा को यज्ञैर्वाजिनीवसू
Who among mortals today, O Ashvins, is the most generous? Who is the inspired sage with the flow of inspiration? Who, through sacrifices, is the winner of wealth and horses?
आ वां रथो रथानां येष्ठो यात्वश्विना । पुरू चिदस्मयुस्तिर आङ्गूषो मर्त्येष्वा
May your chariot, the foremost among chariots, come here, O Ashvins; for many indeed, longing for you, stand with uplifted hands among mortals.
शमू षु वां मधूयुवास्माकमस्तु चर्कृतिः । अर्वाचीना विचेतसा विभिः श्येनेव दीयतम्
May our praise, sweet as honey, be pleasing to you both; may you, with clear insight and gifts, come near and grant like a falcon.
अश्विना यद्ध कर्हि चिच्छुश्रूयातमिमं हवम् । वस्वीरू षु वां भुजः पृञ्चन्ति सु वां पृचः
Whenever, O Ashvins, you might hear this invocation, may your generous hands be filled, may your bountiful gifts be abundant.
प्रति प्रियतमं रथं वृषणं वसुवाहनम् । स्तोता वामश्विनावृषि स्तोमेन प्रति भूषति माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवम्
The singer, with praise, adorns your beloved, strong, wealth-bearing chariot, O Ashvins; may you hear my sweet invocation.
अत्यायातमश्विना तिरो विश्वा अहं सना । दस्रा हिरण्यवर्तनी सुषुम्ना सिन्धुवाहसा माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवम्
Come swiftly, O Ashvins, crossing all obstacles; wondrous ones, with golden wheels, delighting, drawn by rivers—may you hear my sweet invocation.
आ नो रत्नानि बिभ्रतावश्विना गच्छतं युवम् । रुद्रा हिरण्यवर्तनी जुषाणा वाजिनीवसू माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवम्
Bearing treasures, O Ashvins, come to us; Rudras, with golden wheels, accepting, bestowers of wealth—may you hear my sweet invocation.
सुष्टुभो वां वृषण्वसू रथे वाणीच्याहिता । उत वां ककुहो मृगः पृक्षः कृणोति वापुषो माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवम्
Your strong treasures are set in the chariot, in the speech placed there; and the spotted deer, the gazelle, makes a marvel for you—may you hear my sweet invocation.
बोधिन्मनसा रथ्येषिरा हवनश्रुता । विभिश्च्यवानमश्विना नि याथो अद्वयाविनं माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवम्
With awakened mind, eager for the chariot, attentive to the call, O Ashvins, you bring the fallen Chyavana to safety—may you hear my sweet invocation.
आ वां नरा मनोयुजोऽश्वासः प्रुषितप्सवः । वयो वहन्तु पीतये सह सुम्नेभिरश्विना माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवम्
To you, O men, the mind-yoked horses, moist with dew, come; let the birds bring you for the drink, together with good thoughts, O Ashvins—may you hear my sweet invocation.