SPLENDID, O Aśvins, is your praise. Come, flow like streams, to pour the sweet Soma. It’s dear in heaven, Chiefs, to drink like two wild bulls at a pool.
Drink the rich libation, O Aśvins Twain: sit down, heroes, on the sacred grass. With joy, preserve his life by wealth, in the home of man.
The Priyamedhas call you, bring all your powers. Come to his house where holy grass is trimmed, for dear sacrifice at the morning rites.
Drink the rich Soma, O Aśvins Twain: sit down gladly on the sacred grass. So, grow mighty, from heaven come as wild-bulls to the pool.
Come to us, O Aśvins, with horses of many hues, You Lords of splendor, wondrous, on golden paths, drink Soma, you who strengthen Law.
For we, the priestly singers, wish to praise you, invoke you for strength. So, wondrous, fair, and famous for great deeds, come to us, Aśvins, when we sing.