Rig Veda
tā vām adya tāv aparaṃ huvemocchantyām uṣasi vahnir ukthaiḥ nāsatyā kuha cit santāv aryo divo napātā sudāstarāya
Let us invoke you both this day and after the priest is here with lauds when morn is breaking: Nasatyas, wheresoe'er ye be, Heaven's Children, for him who is more liberal than the godless.
asme ū ṣu vṛṣaṇā mādayethām ut paṇīṃr hatam ūrmyā madantā śrutam me acchoktibhir matīnām eṣṭā narā nicetārā ca karṇaiḥ
With us, ye Mighty, let yourselves be joyful, glad in our stream of Soma slay the niggards. Graciously hear my hymns and invitations, marking, O Heroes, with your cars my longing.
śriye pūṣann iṣukṛteva devā nāsatyā vahatuṃ sūryāyāḥ vacyante vāṃ kakuhā apsu jātā yugā jūrṇeva varuṇasya bhūreḥ
Nasatyas, Pushans, ye as Gods for glory arranged and set in order Surya's bridal. Your giant steeds move on, sprung from the waters, like ancient times of Varuna the Mighty.
asme sā vām mādhvī rātir astu stomaṃ hinotam mānyasya kāroḥ anu yad vāṃ śravasyā sudānū suvīryāya carṣaṇayo madanti
Your grace be with us, ye who love sweet juices: further the hymn sung by the poet Mana, When men are joyful in your glorious actions, to win heroic strength, ye Bounteous Givers.
eṣa vāṃ stomo aśvināv akāri mānebhir maghavānā suvṛkti yātaṃ vartis tanayāya tmane cāgastye nāsatyā madantā
This praise was made, O liberal Lords, O Asvins, for you with fair adornment by the Manas. Come to our house for us and for our children, rejoicing, O Nasatyas, in Agastya.
atāriṣma tamasas pāram asya prati vāṃ stomo aśvināv adhāyi eha yātam pathibhir devayānair vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum
We have passed o'er the limit of this darkness: our praise hath been bestowed on you, O Asvins. Come hitherward by paths which Gods have travelled. may we find strengthening food in full abundance.