Rig Veda
abhūd idaṃ vayunam o ṣu bhūṣatā ratho vṛṣaṇvān madatā manīṣiṇaḥ dhiyañjinvā dhiṣṇyā viśpalāvasū divo napātā sukṛte śucivratā
This was the task. Appear promptly, ye prudent Ones. Here is the chariot drawn by strong steeds: be ye glad. Heart-stirring, longed for, succourers of Vispala, here are Heaven's Sons whose sway blesses the pious man.
indratamā hi dhiṣṇyā maruttamā dasrā daṃsiṣṭhā rathyā rathītamā pūrṇaṃ rathaṃ vahethe madhva ācitaṃ tena dāśvāṃsam upa yātho aśvinā
Longed for, most Indra-like, mighty, most Marut-like, most wonderful in deed, car-borne, best charioteers, Bring your full chariot hither heaped with liquid sweet: thereon, ye Asvins, come to him who offers gifts.
kim atra dasrā kṛṇuthaḥ kim āsāthe jano yaḥ kaś cid ahavir mahīyate ati kramiṣṭaṃ juratam paṇer asuṃ jyotir viprāya kṛṇutaṃ vacasyave
What make ye there, ye Mighty? Wherefore linger ye with folk who, offering not, are held in high esteem? Pass over them; make ye the niggard's life decay: give light unto the singer eloquent in praise.
jambhayatam abhito rāyataḥ śuno hatam mṛdho vidathus tāny aśvinā vācaṃ vācaṃ jaritū ratninīṃ kṛtam ubhā śaṃsaṃ nāsatyāvatam mama
Crunch up on. every side the dogs who bark at us: slay ye our foes, O Asvins this ye understand. Make wealthy every word of him who praises you: accept with favour, both Nasatyas, this my laud.
yuvam etaṃ cakrathuḥ sindhuṣu plavam ātmanvantam pakṣiṇaṃ taugryāya kam yena devatrā manasā nirūhathuḥ supaptanī petathuḥ kṣodaso mahaḥ
Ye made for Tugra's son amid the water-floods that animated ship with wings to fly withal, Whereon with God-devoted mind ye brought him forth, and fled with easy flight from out the mighty surge.
avaviddhaṃ taugryam apsv antar anārambhaṇe tamasi praviddham catasro nāvo jaṭhalasya juṣṭā ud aśvibhyām iṣitāḥ pārayanti
Four ships most welcome in the midst of ocean, urged by the Asvins, save the son of Tugra, Him who was cast down headlong in the waters, plunged in the thick inevitable darkness.
kaḥ svid vṛkṣo niṣṭhito madhye arṇaso yaṃ taugryo nādhitaḥ paryaṣasvajat parṇā mṛgasya pataror ivārabha ud aśvinā ūhathuḥ śromatāya kam
What tree was that which stood fixed in surrounding sea to which the son of Tugra supplicating clung? Like twigs, of which some winged creature may take hold, ye, Asvins, bore him off safely to your renown.
tad vāṃ narā nāsatyāv anu ṣyād yad vām mānāsa ucatham avocan asmād adya sadasaḥ somyād ā vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum
Welcome to you be this the hymn of praises uttered by Manas, O Nasatyas, Heroes, From this our gathering where we offer Soma. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.