Rig Veda
kā rādhaddhotrāśvinā vāṃ ko vāṃ joṣa ubhayoḥ kathā vidhāty apracetāḥ
Asvins, what praise may win your grace? Who may be pleasing to you both? How shall the ignorant worship you?
vidvāṃsāv id duraḥ pṛcched avidvān itthāparo acetāḥ nū cin nu marte akrau
Here let the ignorant ask the means of you who know—for none beside you knoweth aught— Not of a spiritless mortal man.
tā vidvāṃsā havāmahe vāṃ tā no vidvāṃsā manma vocetam adya prārcad dayamāno yuvākuḥ
Such as ye: are, all-wise, we call you. Ye wise, declare to us this day accepted prayer. Loving you well your servant lauds you.
vi pṛcchāmi pākyā na devān vaṣaṭkṛtasyādbhutasya dasrā pātaṃ ca sahyaso yuvaṃ ca rabhyaso naḥ
Simply, ye Mighty Ones, I ask the Gods of that wondrous oblation hallowed by the mystic word. Save us from what is stronger, fiercer than ourselves.
pra yā ghoṣe bhṛgavāṇe na śobhe yayā vācā yajati pajriyo vām praiṣayur na vidvān
Forth go the hymn that shone in Ghosha Bhrigu's like, the song wherewith the son of Pajra worships you, Like some wise minister.
śrutaṃ gāyatraṃ takavānasyāhaṃ ciddhi rirebhāśvinā vām ākṣī śubhas patī dan
Hear ye the song of him who hastens speedily. O Asvins, I am he who sang your praise. Hither, ye Lords of Splendour, hither turn your eyes.
yuvaṃ hy āstam maho ran yuvaṃ vā yan niratataṃsatam tā no vasū sugopā syātam pātaṃ no vṛkād aghāyoḥ
For ye were ever nigh to deal forth ample wealth, to give the wealth that ye had gathered up. As such, ye Vasus, guard us well, and keep us safely from the wicked wolf.
mā kasmai dhātam abhy amitriṇe no mākutrā no gṛhebhyo dhenavo guḥ stanābhujo aśiśvīḥ
Give us not up to any man who hateth us, nor let our milch-cows stray, whose udders give us food, Far from our homes without their calves.
duhīyan mitradhitaye yuvāku rāye ca no mimītaṃ vājavatyai iṣe ca no mimītaṃ dhenumatyai
May they who love you gain you for their Friends. Prepare ye us for opulence with strengthening food, Prepare us for the food that floweth from our cows
aśvinor asanaṃ ratham anaśvaṃ vājinīvatoḥ tenāham bhūri cākana
I have obtained the horseless car of Asvins rich in sacrifice, And I am well content therewith.
ayaṃ samaha mā tanūhyāte janāṁ anu somapeyaṃ sukho rathaḥ
May it convey me evermore: may the light chariot pass from men To men unto the Soma draught.
adha svapnasya nir vide 'bhuñjataś ca revataḥ ubhā tā basri naśyataḥ
It holdeth slumber in contempt. and the rich who enjoyeth not: Both vanish quickly and are lost.