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1. THE Night
retireth from the Dawn her Sister; the Dark one yieldeth to the Red her
pathway.
Let us invoke you rich in
steeds and cattle - by day and night keep far from us the arrow.
2 Bearing rich
treasure in your car, O Asvins, come to the mortal who presents oblation.
Keep at a distance penury and
sickness; Lovers of Sweetness, day and night preserve us.
3 May your
strong horses, seeking bliss, bring hither your chariot at the earliest flush
of morning.
With coursers yoked by Law
drive hither, Asvins, your car whose reins are light, laden with treasure.
4 The chariot,
Princes, that conveys you, moving at daylight, triple-seated, fraught with
riches,
Even with this come unto us,
Nasatyas, that laden with all food it may approach us.
5 Ye freed
Cyavana from old age and weakness: ye brought the courser fleet of food to
Pedu.
Ye rescued Atri from distress
and darkness, and loosed for Jahusa the bonds that bound him.
6 This is the
thought, this is the song, O Asvins: accept this hymn of ours, ye Steers, With
favour.
May these our prayers addressed
to you come nigh you. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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