Rig Veda 8.5

dūrād iheva yat saty aruṇapsur aśiśvitat vi bhānuṃ viśvadhātanat

When, even as she were present here, red Dawn hath shone from far away, She spreadeth light on every side.

nṛvad dasrā manoyujā rathena pṛthupājasā sacethe aśvinoṣasam

Like Heroes on your will-yoked car far shining, Wonder-Workers! ye Attend, O Asvins, on the Dawn.

yuvābhyāṃ vājinīvasū prati stomā adṛkṣata

By you, O Lords of ample wealth our songs of praise have been observed: As envoy have I brought the prayer.

purupriyā ṇa ūtaye purumandrā purūvasū stuṣe kaṇvāso aśvinā

Kanvas must praise the Asvins dear to many, making many glad, Most rich, that they may succour us.

maṃhiṣṭhā vājasātameṣayantā śubhas patī gantārā dāśuṣo gṛham

Most liberal, best at winning strength, inciters, Lords of splendour who Visit the worshipper's abode.

tā sudevāya dāśuṣe sumedhām avitāriṇīm ghṛtair gavyūtim ukṣatam

So for devout Sudeva dew with fatness his unfailing mead, And make it rich for sacrifice.

ā na stomam upa dravat tūyaṃ śyenebhir āśubhiḥ yātam aśvebhir aśvinā

Hitherward running speedily with horses, as with rapid hawks, Come, Asvins, to our song of praise

yebhis tisraḥ parāvato divo viśvāni rocanā trīṃr aktūn paridīyathaḥ

Wherewith the three wide distances, and all the lights that are in heaven. Ye traverse, and three times of night.

uta no gomatīr iṣa uta sātīr aharvidā vi pathaḥ sātaye sitam

O Finders of the Day, that we may win us food of kine and wealth, Open the paths for us to tread.

ā no gomantam aśvinā suvīraṃ surathaṃ rayim voﾱham aśvāvatīr iṣaḥ

O Asvins, bring us wealth in kine, in noble heroes, and in cars: Bring us the strength that horses give.

vāvṛdhānā śubhas patī dasrā hiraṇyavartanī pibataṃ somyam madhu

Ye Lords of splendour, glorified, ye Wonder-Workers borne on paths Of gold, drink sweets with Soma juice.

asmabhyaṃ vājinīvasū maghavadbhyaś ca saprathaḥ chardir yantam adābhyam

To us, ye Lords of ample wealth, and to our wealth chiefs extend Wide shelter, ne'er to be assailed.

ni ṣu brahma janānāṃ yāviṣṭaṃ tūyam ā gatam mo ṣv anyāṁ upāratam

Come quickly downward to the prayer of people whom ye favour most: Approach not unto other folk.

asya pibatam aśvinā yuvam madasya cāruṇaḥ madhvo rātasya dhiṣṇyā

Ye Asvins whom our minds perceive, drink of this lovely gladdening draught, The meath which we present to you.

asme ā vahataṃ rayiṃ śatavantaṃ sahasriṇam purukṣuṃ viśvadhāyasam

Bring riches hither unto us in hundreds and in thousands, source Of plenteous food, sustaining all.

purutrā ciddhi vāṃ narā vihvayante manīṣiṇaḥ vāghadbhir aśvinā gatam

Verily sages call on you, ye Heroes, in full many a place. Moved by the priests, O Asvins, conic.

janāso vṛktabarhiṣo haviṣmanto araṅkṛtaḥ yuvāṃ havante aśvinā

Men who have trimmed the sacred grass, bringing oblations and prepared, O Asvins, are invoking you.

asmākam adya vām ayaṃ stomo vāhiṣṭho antamaḥ yuvābhyām bhūtv aśvinā

May this our hymn of praise to-day, most powerful to bring you, be, O Asvins, nearest to your hearts.

yo ha vām madhuno dṛtir āhito rathacarṣaṇe tataḥ pibatam aśvinā

The skin filled full of savoury meath, laid in the pathway of your car- O Asvins, drink ye both therefrom.

tena no vājinīvasū paśve tokāya śaṃ gave vahatam pīvarīr iṣaḥ

For this, ye Lords of ample wealth, bring blessing for our herd, our kine, Our progeny, and plenteous food.

uta no divyā iṣa uta sindhūṃr aharvidā apa dvāreva varṣathaḥ

Ye too unclose to us like doors the strengthening waters of the sky, And rivers, ye who find the day.

kadā vāṃ taugryo vidhat samudre jahito narā yad vāṃ ratho vibhiṣ patāt

When did the son of' Tugra serve you, Men? Abandoned in the sea, That with winged steeds your car might fly.

yuvaṃ kaṇvāya nāsatyā ṛpiriptāya harmye śaśvad ūtīr daśasyathaḥ

Ye, O Nasatyas, ministered to Kanva with repeated aid, When cast into the heated pit.

tābhir ā yātam ūtibhir navyasībhiḥ suśastibhiḥ yad vāṃ vṛṣaṇvasū huve

Come near with those most recent aids of yours which merit eulogy, When I invoke you, Wealthy Gods.

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As ye protected Kanva erst, Priyamedha and Upastuta, Atri, Sinjara, Asvins Twain

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And Amsu in decisive fight, Agastya in the fray for kine. And, in his battles, Sobhari.

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For so much bliss, or even more, O Asvins, Wealthy Gods, than this, We pray white singing hymns to you.

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Ascend your car with golden seat, O Asvins, and with reins of gold, That reaches even to the sky.

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Golden is its supporting shaft, the axle also is of gold, And both the wheels are made of gold.

tena no vājinīvasū parāvataś cid ā gatam upemāṃ suṣṭutim mama

Thereon, ye Lords of ample wealth, come to us even from afar, Come ye to this mine eulogy.

ā vahethe parākāt pūrvīr aśnantāv aśvinā iṣo dāsīr amartyā

From far away ye come to us, Asvins, enjoying plenteous food Of Dasas, O Immortal Ones.

ā no dyumnair ā śravobhir ā rāyā yātam aśvinā puruścandrā nāsatyā

With splendour, riches, and renown, O Asvins, hither come to us, Nasatyas, shining brilliantly.

eha vām pruṣitapsavo vayo vahantu parṇinaḥ acchā svadhvaraṃ janam

May dappled horses, steeds who fly with pinions, bring you hitherward To people skilled in sacrifice.

rathaṃ vām anugāyasaṃ ya iṣā vartate saha na cakram abhi bādhate

The whcel delayeth not that car of yours accompanied by song, That cometh with a store of food.

hiraṇyayena rathena dravatpāṇibhir aśvaiḥ dhījavanā nāsatyā

Borne on that chariot wrought of gold, with coursers very fleet of foot, Come, O Nasatyas, swift as thought.

yuvam mṛgaṃ jāgṛvāṃsaṃ svadatho vā vṛṣaṇvasū tā naḥ pṛṅktam iṣā rayim

O Wealthy Gods, ye taste and find the brisk and watchful wild beast good. Associate wealth with food for us.

tā me aśvinā sanīnāṃ vidyātaṃ navānām yathā cic caidyaḥ kaśuḥ śatam uṣṭrānāṃ dadat sahasrā daśa gonām

As such, O Asvins, find for me my share of new-presented gifts, As Kasu, Chedi's son, gave me a hundred head of buffaloes, and ten thousand kine.

yo me hiraṇyasaṃdṛśo daśa rājño amaṃhata adhaspadā ic caidyasya kṛṣṭayaś carmamnā abhito janāḥ

He who hath given me for mine own ten Kings like gold to look upon. At Chaidya's feet are all the people round about, all those who think upon the shield.

mākir enā pathā gād yeneme yanti cedayaḥ anyo net sūrir ohate bhūridāvattaro janaḥ

No man, not any, goes upon the path on which the Cedis walk. No other prince, no folk is held more liberal of gifts than they.