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1. MAY your
gold chariot, drawn by vigorous horses, come to us, blocking up the earth
and heaven,
Bright with its fellies while
its way drops fatness, food-laden, rich in coursers, man's protector.
2 Let it
approach, yoked by thewill, three-seated, extending far and wide o'er fivefold
beings,
Whereon ye visit God-adoring
races, bending your course whither ye will, O Asvins.
3 Renowned,
with noble horses, come ye hither: drink, Wondrous Pair, the cup that holds
sweet juices.
Your car whereon your Spouse is
wont to travel marks with its track the farthest ends of heaven.
4 When night
was turning to the grey of morning the Maiden, Surya's Daughter, chose your
splendour.
When with your power and might ye
aid the pious he comes through heat to life by your assistance.
5 O
Chariot-borne, this car of yours invested with rays of light comes harnessed to
our dwelling.
Herewith, O Asvins, while the
dawn is breaking, to this our sacrifice bring peace and blessing.
6 Like the
wild cattle thirsty for the lightning, Heroes, come nigh this day to our
libations.
Men call on you with hymns in
many places, but let not other worshippers detain you.
7 Bhujyu,
abandoned in the midst of ocean, ye raised from out the water with your horses,
Uninjured, winged, flagging
not, undaunted, with deeds of wonder saving him, O Asvins.
8 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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