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1. THIS was the task. Appear promptly, ye
prudent Ones. Here is the chariot drawn by strong steeds: be ye glad.
Heart-stirring, longed for, succourers of Vispala, here are Heaven's
Sons whose sway blesses the pious man.
2 Longed for, most Indra-like, mighty, most
Marut-like, most w6nderful in deed, car-borne, best charioteers,
Bring your full chariot hither heaped with liquid sweet:
thereon, ye Mvins, come to him who offers gifts.
3 What make ye there, ye Mighty? Wherefore
linger ye with folk who, offering not, are held in high esteem?
Pass over them; make ye the niggard's life decay: give light
unto the singer eloquent in praise.
4 Crunch up on. every side the dogs who
bark at us: slay ye our foes, O Asvins this ye understand.
Make wealthy every word of him who praises you: accept with
favour, both Nasatyas, this my laud.
5 Ye made for Tugra's son amid the water-floods
that animated ship with wings to fly withal,
Whereon with God-devoted mind ye brought him forth, and fled
with easy flight from out the mighty surge.
6 Four ships most welcome in the midst of
ocean, urged by the Asvins, save the son of Tugra,
Him who was cast down headlong in the waters, plunged in the
thick inevitable darkness.
7 What tree was that which stood fixed in
surrounding sea to which the son of Tugra supplicating clung?
Like twigs, of which some winged creature may take hold, ye,
Asvins, bore him off safely to your renown.
8 Welcome to you be this the hymn of
praises uttered by Manas, O Nasatyas, Heroes,
From this our gathering where we offer Soma. May we find
strengthening food in full abundance.
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