HYMN CXLIII. Asvins.

1. YE made that Atri, worn with eld, free as a horse to win the goal.

When ye restored to youth and strength Kaksivan like a car renewed,

2 Ye freed that Atri like a horse, and brought him newly-born to earth.

Ye loosed him like a firm-tied knot which Gods unsoiled by dust had bound.

3 Heroes who showed most wondrous power to Atri, strive to win fair songs;

For then, O Heroes of the sky, your hymn of praise shall cease no more.

4 This claims your notice, Bounteous Gods! - oblation, Asvins! and our love,

That ye, O Heroes, in the fight may bring us safe to ample room.

5 Ye Twain to Bhujyu tossed about in ocean at the region's end,

Nasatyas, with your winged sterds came nigh, and gave him strength to win.

6 Come with your joys, most liberal Gods, Lords of all treasures, bringing weal.

Like fresh full waters to a well, so, Heroes come and be with us.