Rig Veda 5.75

prati priyatamaṃ rathaṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ vasuvāhanam stotā vām aśvināv ṛṣi stomena prati bhūṣati mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

To meet your treasure-bringing car, the mighty car most dear to us, Asvins, the Rishi is prepared, your raiser, with his song of praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.

atyāyātam aśvinā tiro viśvā ahaṃ sanā dasrā hiraṇyavartanī suṣumnā sindhuvāhasā mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

Pass, O ye Asvins, pass away beyond all tribes of selfish men, Wonderful, with your golden paths, most gracious, bringers of the flood. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.

ā no ratnāni bibhratāv aśvinā gacchataṃ yuvam rudrā hiraṇyavartanī juṣāṇā vājinīvasū mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

Come to us, O ye Asvin Pair, bringing your precious treasures, come Ye Rudras, on your paths of gold, rejoicing, rich in store of wealth. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.

suṣṭubho vāṃ vṛṣaṇvasū rathe vāṇīcy āhitā uta vāṃ kakuho mṛgaḥ pṛkṣaḥ kṛṇoti vāpuṣo mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

O strong and Good, the voice of him who lauds you well cleaves to your car. And that great beast, your chariot-steed, fair, wonderful, makes dainty food. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.

bodhinmanasā rathyeṣirā havanaśrutā vibhiś cyavānam aśvinā ni yātho advayāvinam mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

Watchful in spirit, born on cars, impetuous, listing to his cry, Asvins, with winged steeds ye speed down to Chyavana void of guile. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.

ā vāṃ narā manoyujo 'śvāsaḥ pruṣitapsavaḥ vayo vahantu pītaye saha sumnebhir aśvinā mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

Hither, O Heroes, let your steeds, of dappled hue, yoked at the thought, Your flying steeds, O Asvins, bring you hitherward, with bliss, to drink. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.

aśvināv eha gacchataṃ nāsatyā mā vi venatam tiraś cid aryayā pari vartir yātam adābhyā mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

O Asvins, hither come to us; Nasatyas, be not disinclined. Through longing for the pious turn out of the way to reach our home. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.

asmin yajñe adābhyā jaritāraṃ śubhas patī avasyum aśvinā yuvaṃ gṛṇantam upa bhūṣatho mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

Ye Lords of Splendour, free from guile, come, stand at this our sacrifice. Beside the singer, Asvins, who longs for your grace and lauds you both. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.

abhūd uṣā ruśatpaśur āgnir adhāyy ṛtviyaḥ ayoji vāṃ vṛṣaṇvasū ratho dasrāv amartyo mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havam

Dawn with her white herd hath appeared, and in due time hath fire been placed. Harnessed is your immortal car, O Wonder Workers, strong and kind. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.