1LIGHTLY your coursers travel through the regions when round the sea of air your car is flying.     Your golden fellies scatter drops of moisture: drinking the sweetness ye attend the Mornings.

2Ye as ye travel overtake the Courser who flies apart, the Friend of man, most holy.     The prayer is that the Sister may convey you, all praised, meath-drinkers! to support and strengthen.

3Ye have deposited, matured within her, in the raw cow the first milk of the milch-cow,     Which the bright offerer, shining like a serpent mid trees, presents to you whose form is perfect.

4Ye made the fierce heat to be full of sweetness for Atri at his wish, like streaming water.     Fire-offering thence is yours, O Aśvins, Heroes: your car-wheels speed to us like springs of honey.

5Like Tugra's ancient son may I, ye Mighty, bring you to give your gifts with milk-oblations.     Your greatness compasseth Earth, Heaven, and Waters: decayed for you is sorrow's net, ye Holy.

6When, Bounteous Ones, ye drive your yoked team downward, ye send, by your own natures, understanding.     Swift as the wind let the prince please and feast you: he, like a pious man, gains strength for increase.

7For verily we truthful singers praise you the niggard trafficker is here excluded.     Now, even now do ye O blameless Aśvins, ye Mighty, guard the man whose God is near him.

8You of a truth day after day, O Aśvins, that he might win the very plenteous torrent,     Agastya, famous among mortal heroes, roused with a thousand lauds like sounds of music.

9When with the glory of your car ye travel, when we go speeding like the priest of mortals,     And give good horses to sacrificers, may we, Nāsatyas! gain our share of riches.

10With songs of praise we call to-day, O Aśvins, that your new chariot, for our own well-being,     That circles heaven with never-injured fellies. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.