Rig Veda
ā śubhrā yātam aśvinā svaśvā giro dasrā jujuṣāṇā yuvākoḥ havyāni ca pratibhṛtā vītaṃ naḥ
Come, radiant Asvins, with your noble horses: accept your servant's hymns, ye Wonder-Workers: Enjoy oblations which we bring to greet you.
pra vām andhāṃsi madyāny asthur araṃ gantaṃ haviṣo vītaye me tiro aryo havanāni śrutaṃ naḥ
The gladdening juices stand prepared before you: come quickly and partake of mine oblation. Pass by the calling of our foe and bear us.
pra vāṃ ratho manojavā iyarti tiro rajāṃsy aśvinā śatotiḥ asmabhyaṃ sūryāvasū iyānaḥ
Your chariot with a hundred aids, O Asvins, beareth you swift as thought across the regions, Speeding to us, O ye whose wealth is Surya.
ayaṃ ha yad vāṃ devayā u adrir ūrdhvo vivakti somasud yuvabhyām ā valgū vipro vavṛtīta havyaiḥ
What time this stone of yours, the Gods' adorer, upraised, sounds forth for you as Soma-presser, Let the priest bring you, Fair Ones, through oblations.
citraṃ ha yad vām bhojanaṃ nv asti ny atraye mahiṣvantaṃ yuyotam yo vām omānaṃ dadhate priyaḥ san
The nourishment ye have is, truly, wondrous: ye gave thereof a quickening store to Atri, Who being dear to you, receives your favour.
uta tyad vāṃ jurate aśvinā bhūc cyavānāya pratītyaṃ havirde adhi yad varpa itaūti dhatthaḥ
That gift, which all may gain, ye gave Chyavana, when he grew old, who offered you oblations, When ye bestowed on him enduring beauty.
uta tyam bhujyum aśvinā sakhāyo madhye jahur durevāsaḥ samudre nir īm parṣad arāvā yo yuvākuḥ
What time his wicked friends abandoned Bhujyu, O Asvins, in the middle of the ocean, Your horse delivered him, your faithful servant.
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Ye lent your aid to Vrika when exhausted, and listened when invoked to Sayu's calling. Ye made the cow pour forth her milk like water, and, Asvins, strengthened with your strength the barren.
eṣa sya kārur jarate sūktair agre budhāna uṣasāṃ sumanmā iṣā taṃ vardhad aghnyā payobhir yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
With his fair hymns this singer, too, extols you, waking with glad thoughts at the break of morning. May the cow nourish him with milk to feed him. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.