Rig Veda
dyumnī vāṃ stomo aśvinā krivir na seka ā gatam madhvaḥ sutasya sa divi priyo narā pātaṃ gaurāv iveriṇe
Splendid, O Asvins, is your praise. Come fountain-like, to pour the stream. Of the sweet juice effused-dear is it, Chiefs, in heaven-drink like two wild bulls at a pool.
pibataṃ gharmam madhumantam aśvinā barhiḥ sīdataṃ narā tā mandasānā manuṣo duroṇa ā ni pātaṃ vedasā vayaḥ
Drink the libation rich in sweets, O Asvins Twain: sit. Heroes, on the sacred grass. Do ye with joyful heart in the abode of man preserve his life by means of wealth.
ā vāṃ viśvābhir ūtibhiḥ priyamedhā ahūṣata tā vartir yātam upa vṛktabarhiṣo juṣṭaṃ yajñaṃ diviṣṭiṣu
The Priyamedhas bid you come with all the succours that are yours. Come to his house whose holy grass is trimmed, to dear sacrifice at the morning rites.
pibataṃ somam madhumantam aśvinā barhiḥ sīdataṃ sumat tā vāvṛdhānā upa suṣṭutiṃ divo gantaṃ gaurāv iveriṇam
Drink ye the Soma rich in meath, ye Asvins Twain: sit gladly on the sacred grass. So, waxen mighty, to our eulogy from heaven come ye as wild-bulls to the pool.
ā nūnaṃ yātam aśvināśvebhiḥ pruṣitapsubhiḥ dasrā hiraṇyavartanī śubhas patī pātaṃ somam ṛtāvṛdhā
Come to us, O ye Asvins, now with steeds of many a varied hue, Ye Lords of splendour, wondrous, borne on paths of gold, drink Soma, ye who strengthen Law.
vayaṃ hi vāṃ havāmahe vipanyavo viprāso vājasātaye tā valgū dasrā purudaṃsasā dhiyāśvinā śruṣṭy ā gatam
For we the priestly singers, fain to hymn your praise, invoke you for the gain of strength. So, wondrous, fair, and famed for great deeds come to us, through our hymn, Asvins, when ye hear.