Rig Veda
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I With a holy heart that brings oblation will sing forth praise to meet your car, ye Princes, Which, Much-desired! hath wakened as your envoy. I call you hither as a son his parents.
aśocy agniḥ samidhāno asme upo adṛśran tamasaś cid antāḥ aceti ketur uṣasaḥ purastācchriye divo duhitur jāyamānaḥ
Brightly hath Agni shone by us enkindled: the limits even of darkness were apparent. Eastward is seen the Banner of the Morning, the Banner born to give Heaven's Daughter glory.
abhi vāṃ nūnam aśvinā suhotā stomaiḥ siṣakti nāsatyā vivakvān pūrvībhir yātam pathyābhir arvāk svarvidā vasumatā rathena
With hymns the deft priest is about you, Asvins, the eloquent priest attends you now, Nasatyas. Come by the paths that ye are wont to travel, on car that finds the light, laden with treasure.
avor vāṃ nūnam aśvinā yuvākur huve yad vāṃ sute mādhvī vasūyuḥ ā vāṃ vahantu sthavirāso aśvāḥ pibātho asme suṣutā madhūni
When, suppliant for your help, Lovers of Sweetness! I seeking wealth call you to our libation, Hitherward let your vigorous horses bear you: drink ye with us the well-pressed Soma juices.
prācīm u devāśvinā dhiyam me 'mṛdhrāṃ sātaye kṛtaṃ vasūyum viśvā aviṣṭaṃ vāja ā purandhīs tā naḥ śaktaṃ śacīpatī śacībhiḥ
Bring forward, Asvins, Gods, to its fulfilment my never-wearied prayer that asks for riches. Vouchsafe us all high spirit in the combat, and with your powers, O Lords of Power, assist us.
aviṣṭaṃ dhīṣv aśvinā na āsu prajāvad reto ahrayaṃ no astu ā vāṃ toke tanaye tūtujānāḥ suratnāso devavītiṃ gamema
Favour us in these prayers of ours, O Asvins. May we have genial vigour, ne'er to fail us. So may we, strong in children and descendants, go, wealthy, to the banquet that awaits you.
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Lovers of Sweetness, we have brought this treasure to you as 'twere an envoy sent for friendship. Come unto us with spirits free from anger, in homes of men enjoying our oblation.
ekasmin yoge bhuraṇā samāne pari vāṃ sapta sravato ratho gāt na vāyanti subhvo devayuktā ye vāṃ dhūrṣu taraṇayo vahanti
With one, the same, intention, ye swift movers, o'er the Seven Rivers hath your chariot travelled. Yoked by the Gods, your strong steeds never weary while speeding forward at the pole they bear you.
asaścatā maghavadbhyo hi bhūtaṃ ye rāyā maghadeyaṃ junanti pra ye bandhuṃ sūnṛtābhis tirante gavyā pṛñcanto aśvyā maghāni
Exhaustless be your bounty to our princes who with their wealth incite the gift of riches, Who further friendship with their noble natures, combining wealth in kine with wealth in horses.
nū me havam ā śṛṇutaṃ yuvānā yāsiṣṭaṃ vartir aśvināv irāvat dhattaṃ ratnāni jarataṃ ca sūrīn yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
Now hear, O Youthful Twain, mine invocation: come, Asvins, to the home where food aboundeth. Vouchsafe us wealth, do honour to our nobles. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.