Rig Veda
ā nūnam aśvinā yuvaṃ vatsasya gantam avase prāsmai yacchatam avṛkam pṛthu chardir yuyutaṃ yā arātayaḥ
To help and favour Vatsa now, O Asvins, come ye hitherward. Bestow on him a dwelling spacious and secure, and keep malignities away.
yad antarikṣe yad divi yat pañca mānuṣāṁ anu nṛmṇaṃ tad dhattam aśvinā
All manliness that is in heaven, with the Five Tribes, or in mid-air, Bestow, ye Asvins, upon us.
ye vāṃ daṃsāṃsy aśvinā viprāsaḥ parimāmṛśuḥ evet kāṇvasya bodhatam
Remember Kanva first of all among the singers, Asvins, who Have thought upon your wondrous deeds.
ayaṃ vāṃ gharmo aśvinā stomena pari ṣicyate ayaṃ somo madhumān vājinīvasū yena vṛtraṃ ciketathaḥ
Asvins, for you with song of praise this hot oblation is effused, This your sweet Soma juice, ye Lords of ample wealth, through which ye think upon the foe.
yad apsu yad vanaspatau yad oṣadhīṣu purudaṃsasā kṛtam tena māviṣṭam aśvinā
Whatever ye have done in floods, in the tree, Wonder-Workers, and in growing plants, Therewith, O Asvins, succour me.
yan nāsatyā bhuraṇyatho yad vā deva bhiṣajyathaḥ ayaṃ vāṃ vatso matibhir na vindhate haviṣmantaṃ hi gacchathaḥ
What force, Nasatyas, ye exert, whatever, Gods, ye tend and heal, This your own Vatsa gains not by his hymns alone: ye visit him who offers gifts.
ā nūnam aśvinor ṛṣi stomaṃ ciketa vāmayā ā somam madhumattamaṃ gharmaṃ siñcād atharvaṇi
Now hath the Rishi splendidly thought out the Asvins' hymn of praise. Let the Atharvan pour the warm oblation forth, and Soma very rich in sweets.
ā nūnaṃ raghuvartaniṃ rathaṃ tiṣṭhātho aśvinā ā vāṃ stomā ime mama nabho na cucyavīrata
Ye Asvins, now ascend your car that lightly rolls upon its way. May these my praises make you speed hitherward like a cloud of heaven.
yad adya vāṃ nāsatyokthair ācucyuvīmahi yad vā vāṇībhir aśvinevet kāṇvasya bodhatam
When, O Nasatyas, we this day make you speed hither with our hymns, Or, Asvins, with our songs of praise, remember Kanya specially.
yad vāṃ kakṣīvāṁ uta yad vyaśva ṛṣir yad vāṃ dīrghatamā juhāva pṛthī yad vāṃ vainyaḥ sādaneṣv eved ato aśvinā cetayethām
As erst Kakshivan and the Rishi Vyasva, as erst Dirghatamas invoked your presence, Or, in the sacrificial chambers, Vainya Prithi, so be ye mindful of us here, O Asvins.
yātaṃ chardiṣpā uta naḥ paraspā bhūtaṃ jagatpā uta nas tanūpā vartis tokāya tanayāya yātam
Come as home-guardians, saving us from foemen, guarding our living creatures and our bodies, Come to the house to give us seed and offspring,
yad indreṇa sarathaṃ yātho aśvinā yad vā vāyunā bhavathaḥ samokasā yad ādityebhir ṛbhubhiḥ sajoṣasā yad vā viṣṇor vikramaṇeṣu tiṣṭhathaḥ
Whether with Indra ye be faring, Asvins, or resting in one dwelling-place with Vayu, In concord with the Ribhus or Adityas, or standing still in Vishnu's striding-places.
yad adyāśvināv ahaṃ huveya vājasātaye yat pṛtsu turvaṇe sahas tacchreṣṭham aśvinor avaḥ
When I, O Asvins, call on you to-day that I may gather strength, Or as all-conquering might in war, be that the Asvins' noblest grace.
ā nūnaṃ yātam aśvinemā havyāni vāṃ hitā ime somāso adhi turvaśe yadāv ime kaṇveṣu vām atha
Now come, ye Asvins, hitherward: here are oblations set for you; These Soma-draughts to aid Yadu and Turvasa, these offered you mid Kanva's Sons.
yan nāsatyā parāke arvāke asti bheṣajam tena nūnaṃ vimadāya pracetasā chardir vatsāya yacchatam
Whatever healing balm is yours, Nisatyas, near or far away, Therewith, great Sages, grant a home to Vatsa and to Vimada.
abhutsy u pra devyā sākaṃ vācāham aśvinoḥ vy āvar devy ā matiṃ vi rātim martyebhyaḥ
Together with the Goddess, with the Asvins' Speech have I awoke. Thou, Goddess, hast disclosed the hymn, and holy gift from mortal men.
pra bodhayoṣo aśvinā pra devi sūnṛte mahi pra yajñahotar ānuṣak pra madāya śravo bṛhat
Awake the Asvins, Goddess Dawn! Up Mighty Lady of sweet strains! Rise, straightway, priest of sacrifice! High glory to the gladdening draught!
yad uṣo yāsi bhānunā saṃ sūryeṇa rocase ā hāyam aśvino ratho vartir yāti nṛpāyyam
Thou, Dawn, approaching with thy light shinest together with the Sun, And to this man-protecting home the chariot of the Asvins comes.
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When yellow stalks give forth the juice, as cows from udders pour their milk, And voices sound the song of praise, the Asvins' worshippers show first.
pra dyumnāya pra śavase pra nṛṣāhyāya śarmaṇe pra dakṣāya pracetasā
Forward for glory and for strength, protection that shall conquer men, And power and skill, most sapient Ones!
yan nūnaṃ dhībhir aśvinā pitur yonā niṣīdathaḥ yad vā sumnebhir ukthyā
When Asvins, worthy of our lauds, ye seat you in the father's house. With wisdom or the bliss ye bring.