1WHEN, even as she were present here, red Dawn hath shone from far away,     She spreadeth light on every side.

2Like Heroes on your will-yoked car farshining, Wonder-Workers! ye     Attend, O Aśvins, on the Dawn.

3By you, O Lords of ample wealth our songs of praise have been observed:     As envoy have I brought the prayer.

4Kaṇvas must praise the Aśvins dear to many, making many glad,     Most rich, that they may succour us.

5Most liberal, best at winning strength, inciters, Lords of splendour who     Visit the worshipper's abode.

6So for devout Sudeva dew with fatness his unfailing mead,     And make it rich for sacrifice.

7Hitherward running speedily with horses, as with rapid hawks,     Come, Aśvins, to our song of praise

8Wherewith the three wide distances, and all the lights that are in heaven.     Ye traverse, and three times of night.

9O Finders of the Day, that we may win us food of kine and wealth,     Open the paths for us to tread.

10O Aśvins, bring us wealth in kine, in noble heroes, and in cars:     Bring us the strength that horses give.

11Ye Lords of splendour, glorified, ye Wonder-Workers borne on paths     Of gold, drink sweets with Somajuice.

12To us, ye Lords of ample wealth, and to our wealth chiefs extend     Wide shelter, ne’er to be assailed.

13Come quickly downward to the prayer of people whom ye favour most:     Approach not unto other folk.

14Ye Aśvins whom our minds perceive, drink of this lovely gladdening draught,     The mcath which we present to you.

15Bring riches hither unto us in hundreds and in thousands, source     Of plenteous food, sustaining all.

16Verily sages call on you, ye Heroes, in full many a place.     Moved by the priests, O Aśvins, conic.

17Men who have trimmed the sacred grass, bringing oblations and prepared,     O Aśvins, are invoking you.

18May this our hymn of praise to-day, most powerful to bring you, be,     O Aśvins, nearest to your hearts.

19The skin filled full of savoury meath, laid in the pathway of your car-     O Aśvins, drink ye both therefrom.

20For this, ye Lords of ample wealth, bring blessing for our herd, our kine,     Our progeny, and plenteous food.

21Ye too unclose to us like doors the strengthening waters of the sky,     And rivers, ye who find the day.

22When did the son of Tugra serve you, Men? Abandoned in the sea,     That with winged steeds your car might fly.

23Ye, O Nāsatyas, ministered to Kaṇva with repeated aid,     When cast into the heated pit.

24Come near with those most recent aids of yours which merit eulogy,     When I invoke you, Wealthy Gods.

25As ye protected Kaṇva erst, Priyamedha and Upastuta,     Atri, Sinjara, Aśvins Twain

26And Amsu in decisive fight, Agastya in the fray for kine.     And, in his battles, Sobhari.

27For so much bliss, or even more, O Aśvins, Wealthy Gods, than this,     We pray white singing hymns to you.

28Ascend your car with golden seat, O Aśvins, and with reins of gold,     That reaches even to the sky.

29Golden is its supporting shaft, the axle also is of gold,     And both the wheels are made of gold.

30Thereon, ye Lords of ample wealth, come to us even from afar,     Come ye to this mine eulogy.

31From far away ye come to us, Aśvins, enjoying plenteous food     Of Dāsas, O Immortal Ones.

32With splendour, riches, and renown, O Aśvins, hither come to us,     Nāsatyas, shining brilliantly.

33May dappled horses, steeds who fly with pinions, bring you hitherward     To people skilled in sacrifice.

34The whcel delayeth not that car of yours accompanied by song,     That cometh with a store of food.

35Borne on that chariot wrought of gold, with coursers very fleet of foot,     Come, O Nāsatyas, swift as thought.

36O Wealthy Gods, ye taste and find the brisk and watchful wild beast good.     Associate wealth with food for us.

37As such, O Aśvins, find for me my share of new-presented gifts,     As Kasu, Cedi's son, gave me a hundred head of buffaloes, and ten thousand kine.

38He who hath given me for mine own ten Kings like gold to look upon.     At Caidya's feet are all the people round about, all those who think upon the shield.

39No man, not any, goes upon the path on which the Cedis walk.     No other prince, no folk is held more liberal of gifts than they.