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1. COME,
radiant Asvins, with your noble horses: accept your servant's hymns, ye
Wonder-Workers:
Enjoy oblations which we bring
to greet you.
2 The
gladdening juices stand prepared before you: come quickly and partake of mine
oblation.
Pass by the calling of our foe
and bear us.
3 Your chariot
with a hundred aids, O Asvins, beareth you swift as thought across the regions,
Speeding to us, O ye whose
wealth is Surya.
4 What time
this stone of yours, the Gods' adorer, upraised, sounds forth for you as
Soma-presser,
Let the priest bring you, Fair
Ones, through oblations.
5 The
nourishment ye have is, truly, wondrous: ye gave thereof a quickening store to
Atri,
Who being dear to you, receives
your favour.
6 That gift,
which all may gain, ye gave Cyavana, when he grew old, who offered you
oblations,
When ye bestowed on him
enduring beauty.
7 What time
his wicked friends abandoned Bhujyu, O Asvins, in the middle of the ocean,
Your horse delivered him, your
faithful servant.
8 Ye lent your
aid to Vrka when exhausted, and listened when invoked to Sayu's calling.
Ye made the cow pour forth her
milk like water, and, Asvins, strengthened with your strength the barren.
9 With his
fair hymns this singer, too, extols you, waking with glad thoughts at the break
of morning.
May the cow nourish him with
milk to feed llim. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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