2Awake all pleasant strains and let the hymns flow forth: raise up abundant fulness: this is our desire. Asvins, bestow on us a glorious heritage, and give our princes treasure fair as Soma is.

3Ye are the bliss of her who groweth old at home, and helpers of the slow although he linger last. Men call you too, Nasatyas, healers of the blind, the thin and feeble, and the man with broken bones.

4Ye made Cyavana, weak and worn with length of days, young again, like a car, that he had power to mo ve. Ye lifted up the son of Tugra from the floods. At our libations must all these your acts be praised.

5We will declare among the folk your ancient deeds heroic; yea, ye were Physicians bringing health. You, you who must be lauded, will we bring for aid, so that this foe of ours, O Asvins, may believe.

6Listen to me, O Asvins; I have cried to you. Give me−your aid as sire and mother aid their son. Poor, without kin or friend or ties of blood am I. Save me before it be too late, from this my curse.

7Ye, mounted on your chariot brought to Vimada the comely maid of Purumitra as a bride. Ye, came unto the calling of the weakling's dame, and granted noble offspring to the happy wife.

8Ye gave a ain the vigour of his youthful life to tge sage Kali when old age was coming nigh. Ye rescued Vandana and raised him from the pit, and in a moment gave Vispala power to move.

9Ye Asvins Twain, endowed with manly strength, brought forth Reblia when hidden in the cave and well−nigh dead, Freed Saptavadliri, and for Atri caused the pit heated with fire to be a pleasant resting−place.

10On Pedu ye bestowed, Asvins, a courser white, mighty with nine−and−ninety varied gifts of strength, A horse to be renowned, who bore his friend at speed, joy−giving, Bhaga−like to be invoked of men.

11From no side, ye Two Kings whom none may check or stay, doth grief, distress, or danger come u on t he man Whom, Asvins swift to hear, borne on your glowing path, ye with your Consort make the foremost in the race.

12Come on that Chariot which the Rbhus wrought for you, the Chariot, Asvins, that is speedier than thou ght, At harnessing whereof Heaven's Daughter springs to birth, and from Vivasvan come auspicious Night and Day.

13Come, Conquerors of the sundered mountain, to our home, Asvins who made the cow stream milk for Sayu's sake, Ye who delivered even from the wolf's deep throat and set again at liberty the swallowed quail.

14We have prepared this laud for you, O Asvins, and, like the Bhrgus, as a car have framed it, Have decked it as a maid to meet the bridegroom, and brought it as a son, our stay for ever.