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1. I WITH a
holy heart that brings oblation will sing forth praise to meet your car, ye
Princes,
Which, Much-desired! hath
wakened as your envoy. I call you hither as a son his parents.
2 Brightly
hath Agni shone by us enkindled: the limits even of darkness were apparent.
Eastward is seen the Banner of
the Morning, the Banner born to give Heaven's Daughter glory.
3 With hymns
the deft priest is about you, Asvins, the eloquent priest attends you now,
Nasatyas.
Come by the paths that ye are
wont to travel, on car that finds the light, laden with treasure.
4 When,
suppliant for your help, Lovers of Sweetness! I seeking wealth call you to our
libation,
Hitherward let your vigorous
horses bear you: drink ye with us the well-pressed Soma juices.
5 Bring
forward, Asvins, Gods, to its fulfilment my never-wearied prayer that asks for
riches.
Vouchsafe us all high spirit in
the combat, and with your powers, O Lords of Power, assist us.
6 Favour us in
these prayers of ours, O Asvins. May we have genial vigour, ne'er to fail us.
So may we, strong in children
and descendants, go, wealthy, to the banquet that awaits you.
7 Lovers of
Sweetness, we have brought this treasure to you as 'twere an envoy sent for
friendship.
Come unto us with spirits free
from anger, in homes of men enjoying our oblation.
8 With one,
the same, intention, ye swift movers, o'er the Seven Rivers hath your chariot
travelled.
Yoked by the Gods, your strong
steeds never weary while speeding forward at the pole they bear you.
9 Exhaustless
be your bounty to our princes who with their wealth incite the gift of riches,
Who further friendship with
their noble natures, combining wealth in kine with wealth in herses.
10 Now hear, O
Youthful Twain, mine invocation: come, Asvins, to the home where food
aboundeth.
Vouchsafe us wealth, do honour
to our nobles. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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