Rig Veda
apa svasur uṣaso nag jihīte riṇakti kṛṣṇīr aruṣāya panthām aśvāmaghā gomaghā vāṃ huvema divā naktaṃ śarum asmad yuyotam
The Night retireth from the Dawn her Sister; the Dark one yieldeth to the Red her pathway. Let us invoke you rich in steeds and cattle - by day and night keep far from us the arrow.
upāyātaṃ dāśuṣe martyāya rathena vāmam aśvinā vahantā yuyutam asmad anirām amīvāṃ divā naktam mādhvī trāsīthāṃ naḥ
Bearing rich treasure in your car, O Asvins, come to the mortal who presents oblation. Keep at a distance penury and sickness; Lovers of Sweetness, day and night preserve us.
ā vāṃ ratham avamasyāṃ vyuṣṭau sumnāyavo vṛṣaṇo vartayantu syūmagabhastim ṛtayugbhir aśvair āśvinā vasumantaṃ vahethām
May your strong horses, seeking bliss, bring hither your chariot at the earliest flush of morning. With coursers yoked by Law drive hither, Asvins, your car whose reins are light, laden with treasure.
yo vāṃ ratho nṛpatī asti voﾱhā trivandhuro vasumāṁ usrayāmā ā na enā nāsatyopa yātam abhi yad vāṃ viśvapsnyo jigāti
The chariot, Princes, that conveys you, moving at daylight, triple-seated, fraught with riches, Even with this come unto us, Nasatyas, that laden with all food it may approach us.
yuvaṃ cyavānaṃ jaraso 'mumuktaṃ ni pedava ūhathur āśum aśvam nir aṃhasas tamasa spartam atriṃ ni jāhuṣaṃ śithire dhātam antaḥ
Ye freed Chyavana from old age and weakness: ye brought the courser fleet of food to Pedu. Ye rescued Atri from distress and darkness, and loosed for Jahusha the bonds that bound him.
iyam manīṣā iyam aśvinā gīr imāṃ suvṛktiṃ vṛṣaṇā juṣethām imā brahmāṇi yuvayūny agman yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
This is the thought, this is the song, O Asvins: accept this hymn of ours, ye Steers, With favour. May these our prayers addressed to you come nigh you. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.