Rig Veda
ā vāṃ ratho aśvinā śyenapatvā sumṛﾱīkaḥ svavāṁ yātv arvāṅ yo martyasya manaso javīyān trivandhuro vṛṣaṇā vātaraṃhāḥ
Flying, with falcons, may your chariot, Asvins, most gracious, bringing friendly help, come hither,— Your chariot, swifter than the mind of mortal, fleet as the wind, three-seated O ye Mighty.
trivandhureṇa trivṛtā rathena tricakreṇa suvṛtā yātam arvāk pinvataṃ gā jinvatam arvato no vardhayatam aśvinā vīram asme
Come to us with your chariot triple seated, three-wheeled, of triple form, that rolleth lightly. Fill full our cows, give mettle to our horses, and make each hero son grow strong, O Asvins.
pravadyāmanā suvṛtā rathena dasrāv imaṃ śṛṇutaṃ ślokam adreḥ kim aṅga vām praty avartiṃ gamiṣṭhāhur viprāso aśvinā purājāḥ
With your well-rolling car, descending swiftly, hear this the press-stone's song, ye Wonder-Workers. How then have ancient sages said, O Asvins, that ye most swiftly come to stay affliction?
ā vāṃ śyenāso aśvinā vahantu rathe yuktāsa āśavaḥ pataṅgāḥ ye apturo divyāso na gṛdhrā abhi prayo nāsatyā vahanti
O Asvins, let your falcons bear you hither, yoked to your chariot, swift, with flying pinions, Which, ever active, like the airy eagles, carry you, O Nasatyas, to the banquet.
ā vāṃ rathaṃ yuvatis tiṣṭhad atra juṣṭvī narā duhitā sūryasya pari vām aśvā vapuṣaḥ pataṅgā vayo vahantv aruṣā abhīke
The youthful Daughter of the Sun, delighting in you, ascended there your chariot, Heroes. Borne on their swift wings let your beauteous horses, your birds of ruddy hue, convey you near us.
ud vandanam airataṃ daṃsanābhir ud rebhaṃ dasrā vṛṣaṇā śacībhiḥ niṣ ṭaugryam pārayathaḥ samudrāt punaś cyavānaṃ cakrathur yuvānam
Ye raised up Vandana, strong Wonder-Workers! with great might, and with power ye rescued Rebha. From out the sea ye saved the son of Tugra, and gave his youth again unto Chyavana.
yuvam atraye 'vanītāya taptam ūrjam omānam aśvināv adhattam yuvaṃ kaṇvāyāpiriptāya cakṣuḥ praty adhattaṃ suṣṭutiṃ jujuṣāṇā
To Atri, cast down to the fire that scorched him, ye gave, O Asvins, strengthening food and favour. Accepting his fair praises with approval, ye gave his eyes again to blinded Kanva.
yuvaṃ dhenuṃ śayave nādhitāyāpinvatam aśvinā pūrvyāya amuñcataṃ vartikām aṃhaso niḥ prati jaṅghāṃ viśpalāyā adhattam
For ancient Sayu in his sore affliction ye caused his cow to swell with milk, O Asvins. The quail from her great misery ye delivered, and a new leg for Vispala provided.
yuvaṃ śvetam pedava indrajūtam ahihanam aśvinādattam aśvam johūtram aryo abhibhūtim ugraṃ sahasrasāṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ vīḍvaṅgam
A white horse, Asvins, ye bestowed on Pedu, a serpent-slaying steed sent down by Indra, Loud-neighing, conquering the foe, high-mettled, firm-limbed and vigorous, winning thousand treasures.
tā vāṃ narā sv avase sujātā havāmahe aśvinā nādhamānāḥ ā na upa vasumatā rathena giro juṣāṇā suvitāya yātam
Such as ye are, O nobly born, O Heroes, we in our trouble call on you for succour. Accepting these our songs, for our wellbeing come to us on your chariot treasure-laden.
ā śyenasya javasā nūtanenāsme yātaṃ nāsatyā sajoṣāḥ have hi vām aśvinā rātahavyaḥ śaśvattamāyā uṣaso vyuṣṭau
Come unto us combined in love, Nasatyas come with the fresh swift vigour of the falcon. Bearing oblations I invoke you, Asvins, at the first break of everlasting morning.