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Ye who observe this day be with us even thrice: far-stretching is you bounty,
Asvins and your course.
To you, as
to a cloak in winter, we cleave close: you are to be drawn nigh unto us by the
wise.
2
Three are the fellies in your honey-bearing car, that travels after Soma's
loved one, as all know.
Three are
the pillars set upon it for support: thrice journey ye by night, O Asvins,
thrice by day.
3
Thrice in the self-same day, ye Gods who banish want, sprinkle ye thrice to-day
our sacrifice with meath;
And thrice
vouchsafe us store of food with plenteous strength, at evening, O ye Asvins,
and at break of day.
4
Thrice come ye to our home, thrice to the righteous folk, thrice triply aid the
man who well deserves your help.
Thrice, O ye
Asvins, bring us what shall make us glad; thrice send us store of food as
nevermore to fail.
5
Thrice, O ye Asvins, bring to us abundant wealth: thrice in the Gods' assembly,
thrice assist our thoughts.
Thrice,
grant ye us prosperity, thrice grant us fame; for the Sun's daughter hath
mounted your three-wheeled car.
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Thrice, Asvins, grant to us the heavenly medicines, thrice those of earth and
thrice those that the waters hold,
Favour and
health and strength bestow upon my son; triple protection, Lords of Splendour,
grant to him.
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Thrice are ye to be worshipped day by day by us: thrice, O ye Asvins, ye travel
around the earth.
Car-borne
from far away, O ye Nasatyas, come, like vital air to bodies, come ye to the
three.
8
Thrice, O ye Asvins, with the Seven Mother Streams; three are the jars, the
triple offering is prepared.
Three are
the worlds, and moving on above the sky ye guard the firm-set vault of heaven
through days and nights.
9
Where are the three wheels of your triple chariot, where are the three seats
thereto firmly fastened?
When will
ye yoke the mighty ass that draws it, to bring you to our sacrifice. Nasatyas?
10
Nasatyas, come: the sacred gift is offered up; drink the sweet juice with lips
that know the sweetness well.
Savitar
sends, before the dawn of day, your car, fraught with oil, various-coloured, to
our sacrifice.
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Come, O Nasatyas, with the thrice-eleven Gods; come, O ye Asvins, to the
drinking of the meath.
Make long
our days of life, and wipe out all our sins: ward off our enemies; be with us
evermore.
12
Borne in your triple car, O Asvins, bring us present prosperity with noble
offspring.
I cry to you
who hear me for protection be ye our helpers where men win the booty.
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