2They bear you hither by well−orderd statute: our sacred offerings rise as if to parents. Destroy in us the counsel of the niggard come hitherward, for we have shown you favour.

3With lightly−rolling car and well−yoked horses hear this, the press−stone's song, ye Wonder−Workers. Have not the sages of old time, ye Asvins, called you most prompt to come and stay misfortune?

4Remember us, and come to us, for ever men, as their wont is, invocate the Asvins. Friends as it were have offered you these juices, sweet, blent with milk at the first break of morning.

5Even through many regions, O ye Asvins high praise is yours among mankind, ye Mighty− Come, helpers, on the paths which Gods have travelled: here your libations of sweet meath are ready.

6Ancient your home, auspicious is your friendship: Heroes, your wealth is with the house of Jahnu. Forming again with you auspicious friendship, let us rejoice with draughts of meath together.

7O Asvins, Very Mighty ones, with Vayu and with his steeds, one−minded, ever−youthful, Nasatyas, joying in the third day's Soma, drink it, not hostile, Very Bounteous Givers.

8Asvins, to you are brought abundant viands in rivalry with sacred songs, unceasing. Sprung from high Law your car, urged on by press−stones, goes round the earth and heaven in one brief moment.

9Asvins, your Soma sheds delicious sweetness: drink ye thereof and come unto our dwelling. Your car, assuming many a shape, most often goes to the Soma−presser's place of meeting.