2When, Asvins, ye equip your very mighty car, bedew, ye Twain, our power with honey and with oil. To our devotion give victorious strength in war: may we win riches in the heroes' strife for spoil.

3Nigh to us come the Asvins' lauded three−wheeled car, the car laden with meath and drawn by fleet−foo t steeds, Three−seated, opulent, bestowing all delight. may it bring weal to us, to cattle and to men.

4Bring hither nourishment for us, ye Asvins Twain; sprinkle us with your whip that drops with honey−de w. Prolong our days of life, wipe out our trespasses; destroy our foes, be our companions and our Friends.

5Ye store the germ of life in female creatures, ye lay it up within all living beings. Ye have sent forth, O Asvins passing mighty, the fire, the sovrans of the wood, the waters,

6Leeches are ye with medicines to heal us, and charioteers are ye with skill in driving. Ye Strong, give sway to him who brings oblation and with his heart pours out his gift before you.