इयं वामह्वे शृणुतं मे अश्विना पुत्रायेव पितरा मह्यं शिक्षतम् । अनापिरज्ञा असजात्यामतिः पुरा तस्या अभिशस्तेरव स्पृतम्
I call upon you, hear me, O Ashvins; like fathers to a son, instruct me; let not my understanding be weak or unknowing among people; ward off the curse of that which is hostile.
युवं रथेन विमदाय शुन्ध्युवं न्यूहथुः पुरुमित्रस्य योषणाम् । युवं हवं वध्रिमत्या अगच्छतं युवं सुषुतिं चक्रथुः पुरंधये
With your chariot, you brought delight to Shundhyu; you carried away the wife of Purumitra; you responded to the call of Vadhrimatī; you granted easy childbirth to Purandhi.
युवं विप्रस्य जरणामुपेयुषः पुनः कलेरकृणुतं युवद्वयः । युवं वन्दनमृश्यदादुदूपथुर्युवं सद्यो विश्पलामेतवे कृथः
You restored the youth of the sage who had grown old; you made Khela young again; you guided Vandana across the river; you made Viśpalā, suddenly, fit for racing.
युवं ह रेभं वृषणा गुहा हितमुदैरयतं ममृवांसमश्विना । युवमृबीसमुत तप्तमत्रय ओमन्वन्तं चक्रथुः सप्तवध्रये
You, O mighty ones, raised Rebha, hidden in the cave, who had nearly perished; you also restored the Ribhus, and the three who were heated, granting them life for the seven Vadhris.
युवं श्वेतं पेदवेऽश्विनाश्वं नवभिर्वाजैर्नवती च वाजिनम् । चर्कृत्यं ददथुर्द्रावयत्सखं भगं न नृभ्यो हव्यं मयोभुवम्
You gave the white horse to Pedu, O Ashvins, with ninefold strength and ninety steeds; you granted the swift one, the companion who drives away foes, like Bhaga bestowing desirable offerings on men.
न तं राजानावदिते कुतश्चन नांहो अश्नोति दुरितं नकिर्भयम् । यमश्विना सुहवा रुद्रवर्तनी पुरोरथं कृणुथः पत्न्या सह
No king, from anywhere, can harm him; no evil, no misfortune, nor any fear reaches him whom you, O Ashvins, gracious and of Rudra's path, lead forward with his wife.
आ तेन यातं मनसो जवीयसा रथं यं वामृभवश्चक्रुरश्विना । यस्य योगे दुहिता जायते दिव उभे अहनी सुदिने विवस्वतः
Come with that, swifter than thought, the chariot which the Ribhus made for you, O Ashvins; at whose yoking the daughter of the sky is born, and both days, the bright ones of Vivasvat, are renewed.
ता वर्तिर्यातं जयुषा वि पर्वतमपिन्वतं शयवे धेनुमश्विना । वृकस्य चिद्वर्तिकामन्तरास्याद्युवं शचीभिर्ग्रसिताममुञ्चतम्
With that path, victorious, you cross the mountain; you caused the cow to yield her milk for the one lying down; even from the wolf's jaws, you freed the one seized, with your powers.
एतं वां स्तोममश्विनावकर्मातक्षाम भृगवो न रथम् । न्यमृक्षाम योषणां न मर्ये नित्यं न सूनुं तनयं दधानाः
This praise we have composed for you, O Ashvins, like the Bhṛgus crafting a chariot; we have yoked the woman, like a maiden to a youth, as one always supports a son, a child.
रथं यान्तं कुह को ह वां नरा प्रति द्युमन्तं सुविताय भूषति । प्रातर्यावाणं विभ्वं विशेविशे वस्तोर्वस्तोर्वहमानं धिया शमि
Who, indeed, O men, welcomes your radiant chariot as you come for good fortune? Who, at dawn, receives you, the all-pervading, bringing gifts from house to house, bearing blessings with thought?
कुह स्विद्दोषा कुह वस्तोरश्विना कुहाभिपित्वं करतः कुहोषतुः । को वां शयुत्रा विधवेव देवरं मर्यं न योषा कृणुते सधस्थ आ
Where, O Ashvins, is your dawn? Where is your dwelling? Where do you turn your faces? Who, like a widow her brother-in-law, invites you to her seat, as a maiden does a youth?
प्रातर्जरेथे जरणेव कापया वस्तोर्वस्तोर्यजता गच्छथो गृहम् । कस्य ध्वस्रा भवथः कस्य वा नरा राजपुत्रेव सवनाव गच्छथः
You drive at dawn, like an old woman with trembling, from house to house, honored with offerings; whose guests do you become, O men? Like princes, whose libations do you attend?
युवां मृगेव वारणा मृगण्यवो दोषा वस्तोर्हविषा नि ह्वयामहे । युवं होत्रामृतुथा जुह्वते नरेषं जनाय वहथः शुभस्पती
Like wild animals, O Ashvins, we call you at dawn with offerings; you two, as priests, are invoked by men; you bear the offerings for the people, O lords of beauty.
युवां ह घोषा पर्यश्विना यती राज्ञ ऊचे दुहिता पृच्छे वां नरा । भूतं मे अह्न उत भूतमक्तवेऽश्वावते रथिने शक्तमर्वते
It was you, O Ashvins, whom Ghoṣā, the daughter of the king, invoked; she asked you, O men: 'Be present for me by day, be present for blessing, for the horseman, the charioteer, the able one.'
युवं कवी ष्ठः पर्यश्विना रथं विशो न कुत्सो जरितुर्नशायथः । युवोर्ह मक्षा पर्यश्विना मध्वासा भरत निष्कृतं न योषणा
You are wise, O Ashvins, you drive your chariot around, like Kutsa the singer moves among the people; your honey-sweet gifts, O Ashvins, are sought after, like a woman seeks out her adornment.
युवं ह भुज्युं युवमश्विना वशं युवं शिञ्जारमुशनामुपारथुः । युवो ररावा परि सख्यमासते युवोरहमवसा सुम्नमा चके
You, O Aśvins, indeed rescued Bhujyu, you rescued Vaśa, you brought Śiñjāra and Uśanā up; your two neighing horses are bound in friendship, and I have sought your gracious favor for help.
युवं ह कृशं युवमश्विना शयुं युवं विधन्तं विधवामुरुष्यथः । युवं सनिभ्य स्तनयन्तमश्विनाप व्रजमूर्णुथः सप्तास्यम्
You, O Aśvins, indeed delivered Kṛśa and Śayu, you set free Vidhanta and the widow; you, O Aśvins, released the lowing one from her companions, you opened the seven-mouthed pen.
जनिष्ट योषा पतयत्कनीनको वि चारुहन्वीरुधो दंसना अनु । आस्मै रीयन्ते निवनेव सिन्धवोऽस्मा अह्ने भवति तत्पतित्वनम्
A maiden was born, her garment falling, the plants grew up, following her teeth; for her the rivers flow as in a hollow, for her the day becomes her falling.
जीवं रुदन्ति वि मयन्ते अध्वरे दीर्घामनु प्रसितिं दीधियुर्नरः । वामं पितृभ्यो य इदं समेरिरे मयः पतिभ्यो जनयः परिष्वजे
They weep for the living, they scatter at the sacrifice, men pursue a long course, striving; those who have agreed upon this with their fathers, the wives embrace their husbands with joy.
न तस्य विद्म तदु षु प्र वोचत युवा ह यद्युवत्याः क्षेति योनिषु । प्रियोस्रियस्य वृषभस्य रेतिनो गृहं गमेमाश्विना तदुश्मसि
We do not know that, tell us truly: whether the youth dwells in the wombs of the young woman; may we, O Aśvins, enter the house of the beloved, splendid, virile one, the seed-giver—that we desire.
आ वामगन्सुमतिर्वाजिनीवसू न्यश्विना हृत्सु कामा अयंसत । अभूतं गोपा मिथुना शुभस्पती प्रिया अर्यम्णो दुर्याँ अशीमहि
To you came gracious favor, O Aśvins, bestowers of horses; desires have entered hearts; become guardians, you two, splendid lords of couples, dear to Aryaman—may we reach the secure place.
ता मन्दसाना मनुषो दुरोण आ धत्तं रयिं सहवीरं वचस्यवे । कृतं तीर्थं सुप्रपाणं शुभस्पती स्थाणुं पथेष्ठामप दुर्मतिं हतम्
O delighting ones, bring wealth with strong sons to the house of man for praise; make a ford easy to cross, O splendid lords, a firm standing place on the path, destroy ill-intent.
क्व स्विदद्य कतमास्वश्विना विक्षु दस्रा मादयेते शुभस्पती । क ईं नि येमे कतमस्य जग्मतुर्विप्रस्य वा यजमानस्य वा गृहम्
Where today, in which lands, O Aśvins, do you, wondrous lords, delight? Who has invited you, to whose house have you gone—of the inspired one or of the sacrificing host?
समानमु त्यं पुरुहूतमुक्थ्यं रथं त्रिचक्रं सवना गनिग्मतम् । परिज्मानं विदथ्यं सुवृक्तिभिर्वयं व्युष्टा उषसो हवामहे
We call at dawn upon the same, much-invoked, hymn-loving, three-wheeled chariot, swift at the pressings, circling at the assembly, with beautiful praises.
प्रातर्युजं नासत्याधि तिष्ठथः प्रातर्यावाणं मधुवाहनं रथम् । विशो येन गच्छथो यज्वरीर्नरा कीरेश्चिद्यज्ञं होतृमन्तमश्विना
You, O Nāsatyas, yoke at dawn and mount the honey-bearing chariot; with it you go among the worshipping peoples, O men, even to the sacrifice rich in offerings, O Aśvins.
अध्वर्युं वा मधुपाणिं सुहस्त्यमग्निधं वा धृतदक्षं दमूनसम् । विप्रस्य वा यत्सवनानि गच्छथोऽत आ यातं मधुपेयमश्विना
Whether it is the priest with honeyed hands, the good-handed one, or the fire-kindler, skilled and devout, or the inspired one whose pressings you attend—come here, O Aśvins, to drink the honeyed draught.
अस्तेव सु प्रतरं लायमस्यन्भूषन्निव प्र भरा स्तोममस्मै । वाचा विप्रास्तरत वाचमर्यो नि रामय जरितः सोम इन्द्रम्
Like a craftsman sharpening a tool, bring forth a fitting hymn for him; with speech, O inspired ones, let the noble utter the word, direct the singer's praise to Soma for Indra.
दोहेन गामुप शिक्षा सखायं प्र बोधय जरितर्जारमिन्द्रम् । कोशं न पूर्णं वसुना न्यृष्टमा च्यावय मघदेयाय शूरम्
With milking, seek the cow, awaken the friend, O singer, rouse the aged Indra; like a vessel filled with wealth, ready to be poured, stir up the hero for the gift of riches.
किमङ्ग त्वा मघवन्भोजमाहुः शिशीहि मा शिशयं त्वा शृणोमि । अप्नस्वती मम धीरस्तु शक्र वसुविदं भगमिन्द्रा भरा नः
What, O bountiful one, do they call you—enjoyer? I hear you are not to be enjoyed; let my prayer, O Śakra, bring us the portion of wealth, O Indra, bring us the share.
त्वां जना ममसत्येष्विन्द्र संतस्थाना वि ह्वयन्ते समीके । अत्रा युजं कृणुते यो हविष्मान्नासुन्वता सख्यं वष्टि शूरः
People call upon you, O Indra, in their true gatherings, standing together; here, whoever is offering, makes you a yoke-mate, O hero, he desires friendship with the one who pours not Soma.