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1. To meet your treasure-bringing car, the
mighty car most dear to us,
Asvins, the Rsi is prepared, your raiser, with his song of
praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
2 Pass, O ye Asvins, pass away beyond all
tribes of selfish men,
Wonderful, with your golden paths, most gracious, bringers
of the flood. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
3 Come to us, O ye Asvin Pair, bringing
your precious treasures, come
Ye Rudras, on your paths of gold, rejoicing, rich in store
of wealth. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
4 O strong and Good, the voice of him who
lauds you well cleaves to your car.
And that great beast, your chariot-steed, fair, wonderful,
makes dainty food. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
5 Watchful in spirit, born on cars,
impetuous, listing to his cry,
Asvins, with winged steeds ye speed down to cyavana void of
guile. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
6 Hither, O Heroes, let your steeds, of
dappled hue, yoked at the thought,
Your flying steeds, O Asvins, bring you hitherward, with
bliss, to drink. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
7 O Asvins, hither come to us; Nasatyas, be
not disinclined.
Through longing for the pious turn out of the way to reach
our home. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.
8 Ye Lords of Splendour, free from guile,
come, stand at this our sacrifice.
Beside the singer, Asvins, who longs for your grace and
lauds you both. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.
9 Dawn with her white herd hath appeared,
and in due time hath fire been placed.
Harnessed is your immortal car, O WonderWorkers, strong and
kind. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.
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