HYMN CLXXXIV Asvins.

1. LET us invoke you both this day and after the priest is here with lauds when morn is breaking:

Nasatyas, wheresoe'er ye be, Heaven's Children, for him who is more liberal than the godless.

2 With us, ye Mighty, let yourselves be joyful, glad in our stream of Soma slay the niggards.

Graciously hear my hymns and invitations, marking, O Heroes, with your cars my longing.

3 Nasatyas, Pusans, ye as Gods for glory arranged and set in order Surya's bridal.

Your giant steeds move on, sprung from the waters, like ancient times of Varuna the Mighty.

4 Your grace be with us, ye who love sweet juices: further the hymn sung by the poet Mana,

When men are joyful in your glorious actions, to win heroic strength, ye Bounteous Givers.

5 This praise was made, O liberal Lords, O Asvins, for you with fair adornment by the Manas.

Come to our house for us and for our children, rejoicing, O Nasatyas, in Agastya.

6 We have passed o'er the limit of this darkness: our praise hath been'bestowed on you, O Asvins.

Come hitherward by paths which Gods have travelled. may we find strengthening food in full abundance.