With falcons soaring, may your chariot, Aśvins, most gracious, bring friendly help, come hither— Your chariot, swifter than mortal minds, fleet as the wind, three-wheeled, O mighty ones.
Come to us with your triple-wheeled chariot, that rolls lightly, three-seated. Fill full our cows, give mettle to our horses, and make each hero grow strong, O Aśvins.
With your well-rolling chariot, descending swiftly, hear this press-stone’s song, ye Wonder-Workers. How then did ancient sages say, O Aśvins, that ye most swiftly come to stay affliction?
O Aśvins, let your falcons bear you hither, yoked to your chariot, swift, with flying pinions, Which, ever active, like the airy eagles, carry you, O Nāsatyas, to the banquet.
The youthful Daughter of the Sun, delighting in you, ascended there your chariot, Heroes. Borne on their swift wings, let your beauteous horses, your birds of ruddy hue, convey you near us.
Ye raised up Vandana, strong Wonder-Workers! with great might, and with power ye rescued Rebha. From out the sea ye saved the son of Tugra, and gave his youth again unto Cyavāna.
To Atri, cast down to the fire that scorched him, ye gave, O Aśvins, strengthening food and favour. Accepting his fair praises with approval, ye gave his eyes again to blinded Kaṇva.
For ancient Śayu in his sore affliction ye caused his cow to swell with milk, O Aśvins. The quail from her great misery ye delivered, and a new leg for Viśpalā provided.
A white horse, Aśvins, ye bestowed on Pedu, a serpent-slaying steed sent down by Indra, Loud-neighing, conquering the foe, high-mettled, firm-limbed and vigorous, winning thousand treasures.
Such as ye are, O nobly born, O Heroes, we in our trouble call on you for succour. Accepting these our songs, for our wellbeing come to us on your chariot treasure-laden.
Come unto us combined