Rig Veda
ā vāṃ ratham purumāyam manojuvaṃ jīrāśvaṃ yajñiyaṃ jīvase huve sahasraketuṃ vaninaṃ śatadvasuṃ śruṣṭīvānaṃ varivodhām abhi prayaḥ
Hither, that I may live, I call unto the feast your wondrous car, thought-swift, borne on by rapid steeds. With thousand banners, hundred treasures, pouring gifts, promptly obedient, bestowing ample room.
ūrdhvā dhītiḥ praty asya prayāmany adhāyi śasman sam ayanta ā diśaḥ svadāmi gharmam prati yanty ūtaya ā vām ūrjānī ratham aśvināruhat
Even as it moveth near my hymn is lifted up, and all the regions come together to sing praise. I sweeten the oblations; now the helpers come. Urjani hath, O Asvins, mounted on your car.
saṃ yan mithaḥ paspṛdhānāso agmata śubhe makhā amitā jāyavo raṇe yuvor aha pravaṇe cekite ratho yad aśvinā vahathaḥ sūrim ā varam
When striving man with man for glory they have met, brisk, measureless, eager for victory in fight, Then verily your car is seen upon the slope when ye, O Asvins, bring some choice boon to the prince.
yuvam bhujyum bhuramāṇaṃ vibhir gataṃ svayuktibhir nivahantā pitṛbhya ā yāsiṣṭaṃ vartir vṛṣaṇā vijenyaṃ divodāsāya mahi ceti vām avaḥ
Ye came to Bhujyu while he struggled in the flood, with flying birds, self-yoked, ye bore him to his sires. Ye went to the far-distant home, O Mighty Ones; and famed is your great aid to Divodisa given.
yuvor aśvinā vapuṣe yuvāyujaṃ rathaṃ vāṇī yematur asya śardhyam ā vām patitvaṃ sakhyāya jagmuṣī yoṣāvṛṇīta jenyā yuvām patī
Asvins, the car which you had yoked for glorious show your own two voices urged directed to its goal. Then she who came for friendship, Maid of noble birth, elected you as Husbands, you to be her Lords.
yuvaṃ rebham pariṣūter uruṣyatho himena gharmam paritaptam atraye yuvaṃ śayor avasam pipyathur gavi pra dīrgheṇa vandanas tāry āyuṣā
Rebha ye saved from tyranny; for Atri's sake ye quenched with cold the fiery pit that compassed him. Ye made the cow of Sayu stream refreshing milk, and Vandana was holpen to extended life.
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Doers of marvels, skilful workers, ye restored Vandana, like a car, worn out with length of days. From earth ye brought the sage to life in wondrous mode; be your great deeds done here for him who honours you.
agacchataṃ kṛpamāṇam parāvati pituḥ svasya tyajasā nibādhitam svarvatīr ita ūtīr yuvor aha citrā abhīke abhavann abhiṣṭayaḥ
Ye went to him who mourned in a far distant place, him who was left forlorn by treachery of his sire. Rich with the light of heaven was then the help ye gave, and marvellous your succour when ye stood by him.
uta syā vām madhuman makṣikārapan made somasyauśijo huvanyati yuvaṃ dadhīco mana ā vivāsatho 'thā śiraḥ prati vām aśvyaṃ vadat
To you in praise of sweetness sang the honey-bee: Ausija calleth you in Soma's rapturous joy. Ye drew unto yourselves the spirit of Dadhyac, and then the horse's head uttered his words to you.
yuvam pedave puruvāram aśvinā spṛdhāṃ śvetaṃ tarutāraṃ duvasyathaḥ śaryair abhidyum pṛtanāsu duṣṭaraṃ carkṛtyam indram iva carṣaṇīsaham
A horse did ye provide for Pedu, excellent, white, O ye Asvins, conqueror of combatants, Invincible in war by arrows, seeking heaven worthy of fame, like Indra, vanquisher of men.