Containing 14 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
यो वां॒ परि॑ज्मा सु॒वृद॑श्विना॒ रथो॑ दो॒षामु॒षासो॒ हव्यो॑ ह॒विष्म॑ता श॒श्व॒त्त॒मास॒स्तमु॑ वामि॒दं व॒यं पि॒तुर्न नाम॑ सु॒हवं॑ हवामहे
"As 'twere the name of father, easy to invoke, we all assembled here invoke this Car of yours, Aṣvins, your swiftly-rolling circumambient Car which he who worships must invoke at eve and dawn."
चो॒दय॑तं सू॒नृताः॒ पिन्व॑तं॒ धिय॒ उत्पुरं॑धीरीरयतं॒ तदु॑श्मसि य॒शसं॑ भा॒गं कृ॑णुतं नो अश्विना॒ सोमं॒ न चारुं॑ म॒घव॑त्सु नस्कृतम्
"Awake all pleasant strains and let the hymns flow forth: raise up abundant fulness: this is our desire. Aṣvins, bestow on us a glorious heritage, and give our princes treasure fair as Soma is."
अ॒मा॒जुर॑श्चिद्भवथो यु॒वं भगो॑ऽना॒शोश्चि॑दवि॒तारा॑प॒मस्य॑ चित् अ॒न्धस्य॑ चिन्नासत्या कृ॒शस्य॑ चिद्यु॒वामिदा॑हुर्भि॒षजा॑ रु॒तस्य॑ चित्
"Ye are the bliss of her who groweth old at home, and helpers of the slow although he linger last. Men call you too, Nâsatyas, healers of the blind, the thin and feeble, and the man with broken bones."
यु॒वं च्यवा॑नं स॒नयं॒ यथा॒ रथं॒ पुन॒र्युवा॑नं च॒रथा॑य तक्षथुः निष्टौ॒ग्र्यमू॑हथुर॒द्भ्यस्परि॒ विश्वेत्ता वां॒ सव॑नेषु प्र॒वाच्या॑
"Ye made Chyavâna, weak and worn with length of days, young again, like a car, that he had power to move. Ye lifted up the son of Tugra from the floods. At our libations must all these your acts be praised."
पु॒रा॒णा वां॑ वी॒र्या॒३॒॑ प्र ब्र॑वा॒ जनेऽथो॑ हासथुर्भि॒षजा॑ मयो॒भुवा॑ ता वां॒ नु नव्या॒वव॑से करामहे॒ऽयं ना॑सत्या॒ श्रद॒रिर्यथा॒ दध॑त्
"We will declare among the folk your ancient deeds heroic; yea, ye were Physicians bringing health. You, you who must be lauded, will we bring for aid, so that this foe of ours, O Aṣvins, may believe."
इ॒यं वा॑मह्वे शृणु॒तं मे॑ अश्विना पु॒त्राये॑व पि॒तरा॒ मह्यं॑ शिक्षतम् अना॑पि॒रज्ञा॑ असजा॒त्याम॑तिः पु॒रा तस्या॑ अ॒भिश॑स्ते॒रव॑ स्पृतम्
"Listen to me, O Aṣvins; I have cried to you. Give me-your aid as sire and mother aid their son. Poor, without kin or friend or ties of blood am I. Save me before it be too late, from this my curse."
यु॒वं रथे॑न विम॒दाय॑ शु॒न्ध्युवं॒ न्यू॑हथुः पुरुमि॒त्रस्य॒ योष॑णाम् यु॒वं हवं॑ वध्रिम॒त्या अ॑गच्छतं यु॒वं सुषु॑तिं चक्रथुः॒ पुरं॑धये
"Ye, mounted on your chariot brought to Vimada the comely maid of Purumitra as a bride. Ye, came unto the calling of the weakling's dame, and granted noble offspring to the happy wife."
यु॒वं विप्र॑स्य जर॒णामु॑पे॒युषः॒ पुनः॑ क॒लेर॑कृणुतं॒ युव॒द्वयः॑ यु॒वं वन्द॑नमृश्य॒दादुदू॑पथुर्यु॒वं स॒द्यो वि॒श्पला॒मेत॑वे कृथः
"Ye gave a ain the vigour of his youthful life to tge sage Kali when old age was coming nigh. Ye rescued Vandana and raised him from the pit, and in a moment gave Vispala power to move."
यु॒वं ह॑ रे॒भं वृ॑षणा॒ गुहा॑ हि॒तमुदै॑रयतं ममृ॒वांस॑मश्विना यु॒वमृ॒बीस॑मु॒त त॒प्तमत्र॑य॒ ओम॑न्वन्तं चक्रथुः स॒प्तव॑ध्रये
"Ye Aṣvins Twain, endowed with manly strength, brought forth Reblia when hidden in the cave and well-nigh dead, Freed Saptavadliri, and for Atri caused the pit heated with fire to be a pleasant resting-place."
यु॒वं श्वे॒तं पे॒दवे॑ऽश्वि॒नाश्वं॑ न॒वभि॒र्वाजै॑र्नव॒ती च॑ वा॒जिन॑म् च॒र्कृत्यं॑ ददथुर्द्राव॒यत्स॑खं॒ भगं॒ न नृभ्यो॒ हव्यं॑ मयो॒भुव॑म्
"On Pedu ye bestowed, Aṣvins, a courser white, mighty with nine-and-ninety varied gifts of strength, A horse to be renowned, who bore his friend at speed, joy-giving, Bhaga-like to be invoked of men."
न तं रा॑जानावदिते॒ कुत॑श्च॒न नांहो॑ अश्नोति दुरि॒तं नकि॑र्भ॒यम् यम॑श्विना सुहवा रुद्रवर्तनी पुरोर॒थं कृ॑णु॒थः पत्न्या॑ स॒ह
"From no side, ye Two Kings whom none may check or stay, doth grief, distress, or danger come u on the man Whom, Aṣvins swift to hear, borne on your glowing path, ye with your Consort make the foremost in the race."
आ तेन॑ यातं॒ मन॑सो॒ जवी॑यसा॒ रथं॒ यं वा॑मृ॒भव॑श्च॒क्रुर॑श्विना यस्य॒ योगे॑ दुहि॒ता जाय॑ते दि॒व उ॒भे अह॑नी सु॒दिने॑ वि॒वस्व॑तः
"Come on that Chariot which the R̥ibhus wrought for you, the Chariot, Aṣvins, that is speedier than thought, At harnessing whereof Heaven's Daughter springs to birth, and from Vivasvan come auspicious Night and Day."
ता व॒र्तिर्या॑तं ज॒युषा॒ वि पर्व॑त॒मपि॑न्वतं श॒यवे॑ धे॒नुम॑श्विना वृक॑स्य चि॒द्वर्ति॑काम॒न्तरा॒स्या॑द्यु॒वं शची॑भिर्ग्रसि॒ताम॑मुञ्चतम्
"Come, Conquerors of the sundered mountain, to our home, Aṣvins who made the cow stream milk for Ṣayu's sake, Ye who delivered even from the wolf's deep throat and set again at liberty the swallowed quail."
ए॒तं वां॒ स्तोम॑मश्विनावक॒र्मात॑क्षाम॒ भृग॑वो॒ न रथ॑म् न्य॑मृक्षाम॒ योष॑णां॒ न मर्ये॒ नित्यं॒ न सू॒नुं तन॑यं॒ दधा॑नाः
"We have prepared this laud for you, O Aṣvins, and, like the Bhr̥igus, as a car have framed it, Have decked it as a maid to meet the bridegroom, and brought it as a son, our stay for ever."