Rig Veda
ā vāṃ ratho rodasī badbadhāno hiraṇyayo vṛṣabhir yātv aśvaiḥ ghṛtavartaniḥ pavibhī rucāna iṣāṃ voﾱhā nṛpatir vājinīvān
May your gold chariot, drawn by vigorous horses, come to us, blocking up the earth and heaven, Bright with its fellies while its way drops fatness, food-laden, rich in coursers, man's protector.
sa paprathāno abhi pañca bhūmā trivandhuro manasā yātu yuktaḥ viśo yena gacchatho devayantīḥ kutrā cid yāmam aśvinā dadhānā
Let it approach, yoked by the will, three-seated, extending far and wide o'er fivefold beings, Whereon ye visit God-adoring races, bending your course whither ye will, O Asvins.
svaśvā yaśasā yātam arvāg dasrā nidhim madhumantam pibāthaḥ vi vāṃ ratho vadhvā yādamāno 'ntān divo bādhate vartanibhyām
Renowned, with noble horses, come ye hither: drink, Wondrous Pair, the cup that holds sweet juices. Your car whereon your Spouse is wont to travel marks with its track the farthest ends of heaven.
yuvoḥ śriyam pari yoṣāvṛṇīta sūro duhitā paritakmyāyām yad devayantam avathaḥ śacībhiḥ pari ghraṃsam omanā vāṃ vayo gāt
When night was turning to the grey of morning the Maiden, Surya's Daughter, chose your splendour. When with your power and might ye aid the pious he comes through heat to life by your assistance.
yo ha sya vāṃ rathirā vasta usrā ratho yujānaḥ pariyāti vartiḥ tena naḥ śaṃ yor uṣaso vyuṣṭau ny aśvinā vahataṃ yajñe asmin
O Chariot-borne, this car of yours invested with rays of light comes harnessed to our dwelling. Herewith, O Asvins, while the dawn is breaking, to this our sacrifice bring peace and blessing.
narā gaureva vidyutaṃ tṛṣāṇāsmākam adya savanopa yātam purutrā hi vām matibhir havante mā vām anye ni yaman devayantaḥ
Like the wild cattle thirsty for the lightning, Heroes, come nigh this day to our libations. Men call on you with hymns in many places, but let not other worshippers detain you.
yuvam bhujyum avaviddhaṃ samudra ud ūhathur arṇaso asridhānaiḥ patatribhir aśramair avyathibhir daṃsanābhir aśvinā pārayantā
Bhujyu, abandoned in the midst of ocean, ye raised from out the water with your horses, Uninjured, winged, flagging not, undaunted, with deeds of wonder saving him, O Asvins.
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.