Rig Veda
kūṣṭho devāv aśvinādyā divo manāvasū tacchravatho vṛṣaṇvasū atrir vām ā vivāsati
Where in the heavens are ye to-day, Gods, Asvins, rich in constancy? Hear this, ye excellent as Steers: Atri inviteth you to come.
kuha tyā kuha nu śrutā divi devā nāsatyā kasminn ā yatatho jane ko vāṃ nadīnāṃ sacā
Where are they now? Where are the Twain, the famed Nasatyas, Gods in heaven? Who is the man ye strive to reach? Who of your suppliants is with you?
kaṃ yāthaḥ kaṃ ha gacchathaḥ kam acchā yuñjāthe ratham kasya brahmāṇi raṇyatho vayaṃ vām uśmasīṣṭaye
Whom do ye visit, whom approach? to whom direct your harnessed car? With whose devotions are ye pleased? We long for you to further us.
pauraṃ ciddhy udaprutam paura paurāya jinvathaḥ yad īṃ gṛbhītatātaye siṃham iva druhas pade
Ye, Strengtheners, for Paura stir the filler swimming in the flood, Advancing to be captured like a lion to the ambuscade.
pra cyavānāj jujuruṣo vavrim atkaṃ na muñcathaḥ yuvā yadī kṛthaḥ punar ā kāmam ṛṇve vadhvaḥ
Ye from Chyavana worn with age removed his skin as 'twere a robe. So, when ye made him young again, he stirred the longing of a dame.
asti hi vām iha stotā smasi vāṃ saṃdṛśi śriye nū śrutam ma ā gatam avobhir vājinīvasū
Here is the man who lauds you both: to see your glory are we here. Now bear me, come with saving help, ye who are rich in store of wealth.
ko vām adya purūṇām ā vavne martyānām ko vipro vipravāhasā ko yajñair vājinīvasū
Who among many mortal men this day hath won you to himself? What bard, accepters of the bard? Who, rich in wealth! with sacrifice?
ā vāṃ ratho rathānāṃ yeṣṭho yātv aśvinā purū cid asmayus tira āṅgūṣo martyeṣv ā
O Asvins, may your car approach, most excellent of cars for speed. Through many regions may our praise pass onward among mortal men.
śam ū ṣu vām madhūyuvāsmākam astu carkṛtiḥ arvācīnā vicetasā vibhiḥ śyeneva dīyatam
May our laudation of you Twain, lovers of meath! be sweet to you. Fly hitherward, ye wise of heart, like falcons with your winged steeds.
aśvinā yaddha karhicicchuśrūyātam imaṃ havam vasvīr ū ṣu vām bhujaḥ pṛñcanti su vām pṛcaḥ
O Asvins, when at any time ye listen to this call of mine, For you is dainty food prepared: they mix refreshing food for you.