At the break of day, the Dawn is invoked to yoke her red horses to her powerful chariot, that she might bring every blessing to those who call upon her. The Ashvins, wondrous twin gods, are called to draw near with their chariot laden with cows and gold, united in mind, to accompany the worshippers on their journey. The gods, givers of delight and bearers of golden wheels, are invited to hasten swiftly to the Soma pressing, bringing joy and radiance. The Ashvins are praised for bestowing light and song upon humanity from the heavens, and so are asked to grant nourishment as they have before. Agni, the sacred fire, is revered as a treasure to whom cows and swift horses draw near, always bringing strength and sustenance to the devotees. As the friend of all people, Agni strengthens the tribe and, when pleased, leads the way to self-created wealth, bestowing nourishment upon the worshippers. Again, Agni is honored as the treasure, attracting cows and noble steeds, and is beseeched to bring abundance. The Dawn is asked to awaken the people to great wealth, just as she has in times past, bestowing truthfulness, noble birth, fine horses, and eloquent speech. With her shining chariot and good guidance, the daughter of the sky is invoked to arise with strength and grace, radiant and full of virtues. She, the gracious Dawn, is called to rise once more, bringing with her all the blessings of truth, nobility, horses, and fair words. The Ashvins are adorned with hymns as the beloved chariot, the bull and bringer of wealth, is invoked; their sweet invocation is offered in hope that they will listen. The Ashvins, wondrous and golden-wheeled, are urged to come swiftly, crossing rivers with ease, heeding the prayers of their devotees. Bearing treasures, the Ashvins, called Rudras with golden wheels, are asked to accept the gifts of strength and listen to the sweet hymns. Agni, kindled among the people, awakens like a cow stretching to her calf, while the Dawns, strong and youthful, rise with rays streaming toward the sky. The priest rises early to worship the gods, and upright Agni stands at dawn with goodwill, his shining power dispelling the darkness. When Agni, pure and adorned with cows, loosens the strap of the group, the offering is united with righteousness, and the victorious one takes up the ladles. The most excellent light, the light of all lights, rises up; the wondrous, far-seeing one is born in many forms from the Sun’s impulse, and so night and dawn enter the same womb. The bright calves appear with the shining one, while the black one returns to her own abode; the immortal and mortal, Heaven and Earth, move together as kin, displaying their colors. The path of the sisters, night and dawn, is endless and divinely ordained; they neither clash nor stand still, but move together, united in purpose though different in form. Agni shines forth with the face of dawn, and the words of the inspired, devoted to the gods, rise up. The Ashvins are called to come on their chariot, bringing the warm libation. The offering is prepared without measure, and the Ashvins are praised and invited for the midday drink, with hope that they return again with favor to the worshipper. The Ashvins are summoned at every gathering—at dawn, at midday, at sunrise, by day and by night—with peaceful intent, for their drink is ready. The Dawns have made their sign, adorned with radiance in the first half of the sky; like shining weapons, the red cows, their mothers, go forth in order. The ruddy rays soar, unrestrained in strength, as the Dawns follow their ancient paths and radiance settles upon the red ones. The women, active and united, sing with their voices, not with weaving; yoked together, they journey far, bearing nourishment for the generous, the doers of good, and all who sacrifice and pour offerings. Agni is awakened, the sun rises, and the Dawns spread their light; the Ashvins yoke their chariot to go forth, and the god Savitar sets the world in order. When the Ashvins yoke their vigorous chariot, they are asked to pour out strength with ghee and honey, to inspire prayers in battle, and to bring victory and riches led by heroes. The three-wheeled chariot, carrying sweetness and drawn by swift horses, is praised and called to bring happiness and good fortune for all beings. The Ashvins’ streams flow forth like rain from the sky, approaching the thousand-fold prize. Beholding all lovely songs, the tawny one moves forward, stirring up his weapons. Cleansed and majestic, he sits like an elephant, a king with good vows, or a falcon on the branch. He is asked to bring all treasures from heaven and earth, purified, O Soma, bring them here. The ninth, the first portion, has flowed; the powerful streams of pressed Soma flow with might, following the gods. The wise cleanse the team, singing with their voices, and the poets, with hymns, generate radiant light. O Soma, mighty one, may your powers grow strong in your purification, reaching the ocean of praise. This sacred utterance is made: Indra, renowned by name and priestly, is praised. To him, Lord of strength, words flow forth, unrestrained. As streams flow along their path, may gifts come to Indra today. The chariot is guided to Indra as is fitting, seeking his favor—Indra, most powerful, mighty, master of riches, and breaker of hosts. With mighty force, great deeds, and wisdom, Indra has spread out greatness in the world.