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1. THE Ancient's Milch-cow yields the
things we long for: the Son of Daksina travels between them.
She with the splendid chariot brings refulgence. The praise
of Usas hath awoke the Asvins.
2 They bear you hither by well-orderd
statute: our sacred offerings rise as if to parents.
Destroy in us the counsel of the niggard come hitherward,
for we have shown you favour.
3 With lightly-rolling car and well-yoked
horses hear this, the press-stone's song, ye Wonder-Workers.
Have not the sages of old time, ye Asvins, called you most
prompt to come and stay misfortune?
4 Remember us, and come to us, for ever
men, as their wont is, invocate the Asvins.
Friends as it were have offered you these juices, sweet,
blent with milk at the first break of morning.
5 Even through many regions, O ye Asvins
high praise is yours among mankind, ye Mighty -
Come, helpers, on the paths which Gods have travelled: here
your libations of sweet meath are ready.
6 Ancient your home, auspicious is your
friendship: Heroes, your wealth is with the house of Jahnu.
Forming again with you auspicious friendship, let us rejoice
with draughts of meath together.
7 O Asvins, Very Mighty ones, with Vayu and
with his steeds, one-minded, ever-youthful,
Nasatyas, joying in the third day's Soma, drink it, not
hostile, Very Bounteous Givers.
8 Asvins, to you are brought abundant
viands in rivalry with sacred songs, unceasing.
Sprung from high Law your car, urged on by press-stones,
goes round the earth and heaven in one brief moment.
9 Asvins, your Soma sheds delicious
sweetness: drink ye thereof and come unto our dwelling.
Your car, assuming many a shape, most often goes to the
Soma-presser's place of meeting.
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