Rig Veda
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Asvins, your ancient priest invites you hither to gladden you with draughts of meath of Soma. Our gift is on the grass, our song apportioned: with food and strength come hither, O Nasatyas.
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That car of yours, swifter than thought, O Asvins, which drawn by brave steeds cometh to the people, Whereon ye seek the dwelling of the pious,—come ye thereon to our abode, O Heroes.
ṛṣiṃ narāv aṃhasaḥ pāñcajanyam ṛbīsād atrim muñcatho gaṇena minantā dasyor aśivasya māyā anupūrvaṃ vṛṣaṇā codayantā
Ye freed sage Atri, whom the Five Tribes honoured, from the strait pit, ye Heroes with his people, Baffling the guiles of the malignant Dasyu, repelling them, ye Mighty in succession.
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Rebha the sage, ye mighty Heroes, Asvins! whom, like a horse, vile men had sunk in water,— Him, wounded, with your wondrous power ye rescued: your exploits of old time endure for ever.
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Ye brought forth Vandana, ye Wonder-Workers, for triumph, like fair gold that hath been buried, Like one who slumbered in destruction's bosom, or like the Sun when dwelling in the darkness.
tad vāṃ narā śaṃsyam pajriyeṇa kakṣīvatā nāsatyā parijman śaphād aśvasya vājino janāya śataṃ kumbhāṁ asiñcatam madhūnām
Kakshivan, Pajra's son, must laud that exploit of yours, Nasatyas, Heroes, ye who wander! When from the hoof of your strong horse ye showered a hundred jars of honey for the people.
yuvaṃ narā stuvate kṛṣṇiyāya viṣṇāpvaṃ dadathur viśvakāya ghoṣāyai cit pitṛṣade duroṇe patiṃ jūryantyā aśvināv adattam
To Krishna's son, to Visvaka who praised you, O Heroes, ye restored his son Visnapu. To Ghosha, living in her father's dwelling, stricken in years, ye gave a husband, Asvins.
yuvaṃ śyāvāya ruśatīm adattam mahaḥ kṣoṇasyāśvinā kaṇvāya pravācyaṃ tad vṛṣaṇā kṛtaṃ vāṃ yan nārṣadāya śravo adhyadhattam
Rusati, of the mighty people, Asvins, ye gave to Syava of the line of Kanva. This deed of yours, ye Strong Ones should be published, that ye gave glory to the son of Nrishad.
purū varpāṃsy aśvinā dadhānā ni pedava ūhathur āśum aśvam sahasrasāṃ vājinam apratītam ahihanaṃ śravasyaṃ tarutram
O Asvins, wearing many forms at pleasure, on Pedu ye bestowed a fleet-foot courser, Strong, winner of a thousand spoils, resistless the serpent slayer, glorious, triumphant.
etāni vāṃ śravasyā sudānū brahmāṅgūṣaṃ sadanaṃ rodasyoḥ yad vām pajrāso aśvinā havante yātam iṣā ca viduṣe ca vājam
These glorious things are yours, ye Bounteous Givers; prayer, praise in both worlds are your habitation. O Asvins, when the sons of Pajra call you, send strength with nourishment to him who knoweth.
sūnor mānenāśvinā gṛṇānā vājaṃ viprāya bhuraṇā radantā agastye brahmaṇā vāvṛdhānā saṃ viśpalāṃ nāsatyāriṇītam
Hymned with the reverence of a son, O Asvins ye Swift Ones giving booty to the singer, Glorified by Agastya with devotion, established Vispala again, Nasatyas.
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Ye Sons of Heaven, ye Mighty, whither went ye, sought ye, for his fair praise the home of Kavya. When, like a pitcher full of gold, O Asvins, on the tenth day ye lifted up the buried?
yuvaṃ cyavānam aśvinā jarantam punar yuvānaṃ cakrathuḥ śacībhiḥ yuvo rathaṃ duhitā sūryasya saha śriyā nāsatyāvṛṇīta
Ye with the aid of your great powers, O Asvins, restored to youth the ancient man Chyavana. The Daughter of the Sun with all her glory, O ye Nasatyas, chose your car to bear her.
yuvaṃ tugrāya pūrvyebhir evaiḥ punarmanyāv abhavataṃ yuvānā yuvam bhujyum arṇaso niḥ samudrād vibhir ūhathur ṛjrebhir aśvaiḥ
Ye, ever-youthful Ones, again remembered Tugra, according to your ancient manner: With horses brown of hue that flew with swift wings ye brought back Bhujyu from the sea of billows.
ajohavīd aśvinā taugryo vām proﾱhaḥ samudram avyathir jaganvān niṣ ṭam ūhathuḥ suyujā rathena manojavasā vṛṣaṇā svasti
The son of Tugra had invoked you, Asvins; borne on he went uninjured through the ocean. Ye with your chariot swift as thought, well-harnessed, carried him off, O Mighty Ones, to safety.
ajohavīd aśvinā vartikā vām āsno yat sīm amuñcataṃ vṛkasya vi jayuṣā yayathuḥ sānv adrer jātaṃ viṣvāco ahataṃ viṣeṇa
The quail had invocated you, O Asvins, when from the wolf's devouring jaws ye freed her. With conquering car ye cleft the mountain's ridges: the offspring of Visvac ye killed with poison.
śatam meṣān vṛkye māmahānaṃ tamaḥ praṇītam aśivena pitrā ākṣī ṛjrāśve aśvināv adhattaṃ jyotir andhāya cakrathur vicakṣe
He whom for furnishing a hundred wethers to the she-wolf, his wicked father blinded,— To him, Rijrasva, gave ye eyes, O Asvins; light to the blind ye sent for perfect vision.
śunam andhāya bharam ahvayat sā vṛkīr aśvinā vṛṣaṇā nareti jāraḥ kanīna iva cakṣadāna ṛjrāśvaḥ śatam ekaṃ ca meṣān
To bring the blind man joy thus cried the she-wolf: O Asvins, O ye Mighty Ones, O Heroes, For me Rijrasva, like a youthful lover, hath. cut piecemeal one and a hundred wethers.
mahī vām ūtir aśvinā mayobhūr uta srāmaṃ dhiṣṇyā saṃ riṇīthaḥ athā yuvām id ahvayat purandhir āgacchataṃ sīṃ vṛṣaṇāv avobhiḥ
Great and weal-giving is your aid, O Asvins, ye, objects of all thought, made whole the cripple. Purandhi also for this cause invoked you, and ye, O mighty, came to her with succours.
adhenuṃ dasrā staryaṃ viṣaktām apinvataṃ śayave aśvinā gām yuvaṃ śacībhir vimadāya jāyāṃ ny ūhathuḥ purumitrasya yoṣām
Ye, Wonder-Workers, filled with milk for Sayu the milkless cow, emaciated, barren; And by your powers the child of Purumitra ye brought to Vimada to be his consort.
yavaṃ vṛkeṇāśvinā vapanteṣaṃ duhantā manuṣāya dasrā abhi dasyum bakureṇā dhamantoru jyotiś cakrathur āryāya
Ploughing and sowing barley, O ye Asvins, milking out food for men, ye Wonder-Workers, Blasting away the Dasyu with your trumpet, ye gave far-spreading light unto the Arya.
ātharvaṇāyāśvinā dadhīce 'śvyaṃ śiraḥ praty airayatam sa vām madhu pra vocad ṛtāyan tvāṣṭraṃ yad dasrāv apikakṣyaṃ vām
Ye brought the horse's head, Asvins, and gave it unto Dadhyac the offspring of Atharvan. True, he revealed to you, O Wonder-Workers, sweet Soma, Tvashtar's secret, as your girdle.
sadā kavī sumatim ā cake vāṃ viśvā dhiyo aśvinā prāvatam me asme rayiṃ nāsatyā bṛhantam apatyasācaṃ śrutyaṃ rarāthām
O Sages, evermore I crave your favour: be gracious unto all my prayers, O Asvins. Grant me, Nasatyas, riches in abundance, wealth famous and accompanied with children.
hiraṇyahastam aśvinā rarāṇā putraṃ narā vadhrimatyā adattam tridhā ha śyāvam aśvinā vikastam uj jīvasa airayataṃ sudānū
With liberal bounty to the weakling's consorts ye, Heroes, gave a son Hiranyahasta; And Syava, cut into three several pieces, ye brought to life again, O bounteous Asvins.
etāni vām aśvinā vīryāṇi pra pūrvyāṇy āyavo 'vocan brahma kṛṇvanto vṛṣaṇā yuvabhyāṃ suvīrāso vidatham ā vadema
These your heroic exploits, O ye Asvins, done in the days. of old, have men related. May we, addressing prayer to you, ye Mighty, speak with brave sons about us to the synod.