LET US INVOCATE YOU BOTH THIS DAY AND AFTER THE PRIEST IS HERE WITH LAUDS WHEN MORROW IS BREAKING: Nāsatyas, wherever you may be, Heavenly Children, for the one more generous than the ungodly.
WITH US, YE MIGHTY, LET YOURSELVES BE JOYFUL, GLAD IN OUR STREAM OF SOMA, SLAY THE NIGGLARDS. Graciously hear my hymns and invitations, marking, O Heroes, with your chariots my longing.
Nāsatyas, Pūṣans, ye as Gods for glory arranged and set in order Sūrya's wedding. Your giant horses move on, sprung from the waters, like ancient times of Varuṇa the Mighty.
YOUR GRACE BE WITH US, YE WHO LOVE SWEET JUICES: FURTHER THE HYMN SUNG BY THE POET Māna, When men are joyful in your glorious deeds, to win heroic strength, ye Bounteous Givers.
THIS PRAISE WAS MADE, O LIBERAL LORDS, O Aśvins, for you with fair adornment by the Mānas. Come to our house for us and for our children, rejoicing, O Nāsatyas, in Agastya.
WE HAVE PASSED OVER THE LIMIT OF THIS DARKNESS: OUR PRAISE HAS BEEN BESTOWED ON YOU, O Aśvins. Come hitherward by paths which Gods have traveled. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.