Rig Veda
ā no viśvābhir ūtibhir aśvinā gacchataṃ yuvam dasrā hiraṇyavartanī pibataṃ somyam madhu
With all the succours that are yours, O Asvins, hither come to us: Wonderful, borne on paths of gold, drink ye the meath with Soma juice.
ā nūnaṃ yātam aśvinā rathena sūryatvacā bhujī hiraṇyapeśasā kavī gambhīracetasā
Come now, ye Asvins, on your car decked with a sun-bright canopy, Bountiful, with your golden forms, Sages with depth of intellect.
ā yātaṃ nahuṣas pary āntarikṣāt suvṛktibhiḥ pibātho aśvinā madhu kaṇvānāṃ savane sutam
Come hither from the Nahushas, come, drawn by pure hymns, from mid-air. O Asvins, drink the savoury juice shed in the Kanvas' sacrifice.
ā no yātaṃ divas pary āntarikṣād adhapriyā putraḥ kaṇvasya vām iha suṣāva somyam madhu
Come to us hither from the heavens, come from mid-air, well-loved by us: Here Kanva's son hath pressed for you the pleasant meath of Soma juice.
ā no yātam upaśruty aśvinā somapītaye svāhā stomasya vardhanā pra kavī dhītibhir narā
Come, Asvins, to give car to us, to drink the Soma, Asvins, come. Hail, Strengtheners of the praise-song speed onward, ye Heroes, with your thoughts.
yacciddhi vām pura ṛṣayo juhūre 'vase narā ā yātam aśvinā gatam upemāṃ suṣṭutim mama
As, Heroes, in the olden time the Rishis called you to their aid, So now, O Asvins, come to us, come near to this mine eulogy.
divaś cid rocanād adhy ā no gantaṃ svarvidā dhībhir vatsapracetasā stomebhir havanaśrutā
Even from the luminous sphere of heaven come to us, ye who find the light, Carers for Vatsa, through our prayers and lauds, O ye who hear our call.
kim anye pary āsate 'smat stomebhir aśvinā putraḥ kaṇvasya vām ṛṣir gīrbhir vatso avīvṛdhat
Do others more than we adore the Asvins with their hymns of praise? The Rishi Vatsa, Kanva's son, hath magnified you with his songs.
ā vāṃ vipra ihāvase 'hvat stomebhir aśvinā ariprā vṛtrahantamā tā no bhūtam mayobhuvā
The holy singer with his hymns hath called you, Asvins, hither-ward; Best Vritra-slayers, free from stain, as such bring us felicity.
ā yad vāṃ yoṣaṇā ratham atiṣṭhad vājinīvasū viśvāny aśvinā yuvam pra dhītāny agacchatam
What time, ye Lords of ample wealth, the Lady mounted on your car, Then, O ye Asvins, ye attained all wishes that your hearts desired.
ataḥ sahasranirṇijā rathenā yātam aśvinā vatso vām madhumad vaco 'śaṃsīt kāvyaḥ kaviḥ
Come thence, O Asvins, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments: Vatsa the sage, the sage's son, hath sung a song of sweets to you.
purumandrā purūvasū manotarā rayīṇām stomam me aśvināv imam abhi vahnī anūṣātām
Cheerers of many, rich in goods, discoverers of opulence, The Asvins, Riders through the sky, have welcomed this my song of praise.
ā no viśvāny aśvinā dhattaṃ rādhāṃsy ahrayā kṛtaṃ na ṛtviyāvato mā no rīradhataṃ nide
O Asvins, grant us all rich gifts wherewith no man may interfere. Make us observe the stated times: give us not over to reproach.
yan nāsatyā parāvati yad vā stho adhy ambare ataḥ sahasranirṇijā rathenā yātam aśvinā
Whether, Nasatyas, ye be nigh, or whether ye be far away, Come thence, O Asvins, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments.
yo vāṃ nāsatyāv ṛṣir gīrbhir vatso avīvṛdhat tasmai sahasranirṇijam iṣaṃ dhattaṃ ghṛtaścutam
Vatsa the Rishi with his songs, Nasatyas, hath exalted you: Grant him rich food distilling oil, graced with a thousand ornaments.
prāsmā ūrjaṃ ghṛtaścutam aśvinā yacchataṃ yuvam yo vāṃ sumnāya tuṣṭavad vasūyād dānunas patī
Bestow on him, O Asvins, food that strengthens, and that drops with oil, On him who praises you for bliss, and, Lords of bounty, prays for wealth.
ā no gantaṃ riśādasemaṃ stomam purubhujā kṛtaṃ naḥ suśriyo naremā dātam abhiṣṭaye
Come to us, ye who slay the foe, Lords of rich treasure, to this hymn. O Heroes, give us high renown and these good things of earth for help.
ā vāṃ viśvābhir ūtibhiḥ priyamedhā ahūṣata rājantāv adhvarāṇām aśvinā yāmahūtiṣu
The Priyamedhas have invoked you with all succours that are yours, You, Asvins, Lords of solemn rites, with calls entreating you to come.
ā no gantam mayobhuvāśvinā śambhuvā yuvam yo vāṃ vipanyū dhītibhir gīrbhir vatso avīvṛdhat
Come to us, Asvins, ye Who bring felicity, auspicious Ones, To Vatsa who with prayer and hymn, lovers of song, hath honoured you.
yābhiḥ kaṇvam medhātithiṃ yābhir vaśaṃ daśavrajam yābhir gośaryam āvataṃ tābhir no 'vataṃ narā
Aid us, O Heroes, for those hymns for which ye helped Go Sarya erst, Gave Vasa, Dasavraja aid, and Kanva and Medhatithi:
yābhir narā trasadasyum āvataṃ kṛtvye dhane tābhiḥ ṣv asmāṁ aśvinā prāvataṃ vājasātaye
And favoured Trasadasyu, ye Heroes, in spoil-deciding fray: For these, O Asvins, graciously assist us in acquiring strength.
pra vāṃ stomāḥ suvṛktayo giro vardhantv aśvinā purutrā vṛtrahantamā tā no bhūtam puruspṛhā
O Asvins, may pure hymns of ours, and songs and praises, honour you: Best slayers everywhere of foes, as such we fondly yearn for you.
trīṇi padāny aśvinor āviḥ sānti guhā paraḥ kavī ṛtasya patmabhir arvāg jīvebhyas pari
Three places of the Asvins, erst concealed, are made apparent now. Both Sages, with the flight of Law come hither unto those who live.