1Now Morning with her earliest light shines forth, dear Daughter of the Sky: High, Asvins, I extol your praise,

2Sons of the Sea, mighty to save discoverers of riches, ye Gods with deep thought who find out wealth.

3Your giant coursers hasten on over the region all in flames, − When your car flies with winged steeds.

4He, liberal, lover of the flood, Lord of the House, the vigilant, Chiefs! with oblations feeds you full.

5Ye have regard unto our hymns, Nasatyas, thinking of our words: Drink boldly of the Soma juice.

6Vouchsafe to us, O Asvin Pair, such strength as, with attendant light, May through the darkness carry us.

7Come in the ship of these our hymns to bear you to the hither shore O Asvins, harness ye the car.

8The heaven's wide vessel is your own on the flood's shore your chariot waits Drops, with the hymn, have been prepared.

9Kanvas, the drops are in the heaven; the wealth is at the waters' place: Where will ye manifest your form?

10Light came to lighten up the branch, the Sun appeared as it were gold: And with its−tongue shone forth the dark.

11The path of sacrifice was made to travel to the farther goal: The road of heaven was manifest.

12The singer of their praise awaits whatever grace the Asvins give, who save when Soma gladdens them.

13Ye dwellers with Vivasvan come, auspicious, as to Manu erst; come to the Soma and our praise.

14O circumambient Asvins, Dawn follows the brightness of your way: Approve with beams our solemn rites.

15Drink ye of our libations, grant protection, O ye Asvins Twain, With aids which none may interrupt.