Rig Veda
abodhy agnir jma ud eti sūryo vy uṣāś candrā mahy āvo arciṣā āyukṣātām aśvinā yātave ratham prāsāvīd devaḥ savitā jagat pṛthak
Agni is wakened: Surya riseth from the earth. Mighty, refulgent Dawn hath shone with all her light. The Asvins have equipped their chariot for the course. God Savitar hath moved the folk in sundry ways.
yad yuñjāthe vṛṣaṇam aśvinā rathaṃ ghṛtena no madhunā kṣatram ukṣatam asmākam brahma pṛtanāsu jinvataṃ vayaṃ dhanā śūrasātā bhajemahi
When, Asvins, ye equip your very mighty car, bedew, ye Twain, our power with honey and with oil. To our devotion give victorious strength in war: may we win riches in the heroes' strife for spoil.
arvāṅ tricakro madhuvāhano ratho jīrāśvo aśvinor yātu suṣṭutaḥ trivandhuro maghavā viśvasaubhagaḥ śaṃ na ā vakṣad dvipade catuṣpade
Nigh to us come the Asvins' lauded three-wheeled car, the car laden with meath and drawn by fleet-foot steeds, Three-seated, opulent, bestowing all delight. may it bring weal to us, to cattle and to men.
ā na ūrjaṃ vahatam aśvinā yuvam madhumatyā naḥ kaśayā mimikṣatam prāyus tāriṣṭaṃ nī rapāṃsi mṛkṣataṃ sedhataṃ dveṣo bhavataṃ sacābhuvā
Bring hither nourishment for us, ye Asvins Twain; sprinkle us with your whip that drops with honey-dew. Prolong our days of life, wipe out our trespasses; destroy our foes, be our companions and our Friends.
yuvaṃ ha garbhaṃ jagatīṣu dhattho yuvaṃ viśveṣu bhuvaneṣv antaḥ yuvam agniṃ ca vṛṣaṇāv apaś ca vanaspatīṃr aśvināv airayethām
Ye store the germ of life in female creatures, ye lay it up within all living beings. Ye have sent forth, O Asvins passing mighty, the fire, the sovrans of the wood, the waters,
yuvaṃ ha stho bhiṣajā bheṣajebhir atho ha stho rathyā rāthyebhiḥ atho ha kṣatram adhi dhattha ugrā yo vāṃ haviṣmān manasā dadāśa
Leeches are ye with medicines to heal us, and charioteers are ye with skill in driving. Ye Strong, give sway to him who brings oblation and with his heart pours out his gift before you.