Containing 25 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
मध्वः॒ सोम॑स्याश्विना॒ मदा॑य प्र॒त्नो होता वि॑वासते वाम् ब॒र्हिष्म॑ती रा॒तिर्विश्रि॑ता॒ गीरि॒षा या॑तं नास॒त्योप॒ वाजैः॑
"ASVINS, your ancient priest invites you hither to gladden you with draughts of meath of Soma. Our gift is on the grass, our song apportioned: with food and strength come hither, O Nâsatyas."
यो वा॑मश्विना॒ मन॑सो॒ जवी॑या॒न्रथः॒ स्वश्वो॒ विश॑ आ॒जिगा॑ति येन॒ गच्छ॑थः सु॒कृतो॑ दुरो॒णं तेन॑ नरा व॒र्तिर॒स्मभ्यं॑ यातम्
"That car of yours, swifter than thought, O Aṣvins, which drawn by brave steeds cometh to the people, Whereon ye seek the dwelling of the pious,– come ye thereon to our abode, O Heroes."
ऋषिं॑ नरा॒वंह॑सः॒ पाञ्च॑जन्यमृ॒बीसा॒दत्रिं॑ मुञ्चथो ग॒णेन॑ मि॒नन्ता॒ दस्यो॒रशि॑वस्य मा॒या अ॑नुपू॒र्वं वृ॑षणा चो॒दय॑न्ता
"Ye freed sage Atri, whom the Five Tribes honoured, from the strait pit, ye Heroes with his people, Baffling the guiles of the malignant Dasyu, repelling them, ye Mighty in succession."
अश्वं॒ न गू॒ळ्हम॑श्विना दु॒रेवै॒र्ऋषिं॑ नरा वृषणा रे॒भम॒प्सु सं तं रि॑णीथो॒ विप्रु॑तं॒ दंसो॑भि॒र्न वां॑ जूर्यन्ति पू॒र्व्या कृ॒तानि॑
"Rebha the sage, ye mighty Heroes, Aṣvins! whom, like a horse, vile men had sunk in water,– Him, wounded, with your wondrous power ye rescued: your exploits of old time endure for ever."
सु॒षु॒प्वांसं॒ न निर्ऋ॑तेरु॒पस्थे॒ सूर्यं॒ न द॑स्रा॒ तम॑सि क्षि॒यन्त॑म् शु॒भे रु॒क्मं न द॑र्श॒तं निखा॑त॒मुदू॑पथुरश्विना॒ वन्द॑नाय
"Ye brought forth Vandana, ye Wonder-Workers, for triumph, like fair gold that hath been buried, Like one who slumbered in destruction's bosom, or like the Sun when dwelling in the darkness."
तद्वां॑ नरा॒ शंस्यं॑ पज्रि॒येण॑ क॒क्षीव॑ता नासत्या॒ परि॑ज्मन् श॒फादश्व॑स्य वा॒जिनो॒ जना॑य श॒तं कु॒म्भाँ अ॑सिञ्चतं॒ मधू॑नाम्
"Kakshîvân, Pajra's son, must laud that exploit of yours, Nâsatyas, Heroes, ye who wander! When from the hoof of your strong horse ye showered a hundred jars of honey for the people."
यु॒वं न॑रा स्तुव॒ते कृ॑ष्णि॒याय॑ विष्णा॒प्वं॑ ददथु॒र्विश्व॑काय घोषा॑यै चित्पितृ॒षदे॑ दुरो॒णे पतिं॒ जूर्य॑न्त्या अश्विनावदत्तम्
"To Kr̥ishṇa's son, to Viṣvaka who praised you, O Heroes, ye restored his son Vishṇâpû. To Ghoshâ, living in her father's dwelling, stricken in years, ye gave a husband, Aṣvins."
यु॒वं श्यावा॑य॒ रुश॑तीमदत्तं म॒हः क्षो॒णस्या॑श्विना॒ कण्वा॑य प्र॒वाच्यं॒ तद्वृ॑षणा कृ॒तं वां॒ यन्ना॑र्ष॒दाय॒ श्रवो॑ अ॒ध्यध॑त्तम्
"Rusati, of the mighty people, Aṣvins, ye gave to Ṣyâva of the line of Kaṇva. This deed of yours, ye Strong Ones should be published, that ye gave glory to the son of Nr̥ishad."
पु॒रू वर्पां॑स्यश्विना॒ दधा॑ना॒ नि पे॒दव॑ ऊहथुरा॒शुमश्व॑म् स॒ह॒स्र॒सां वा॒जिन॒मप्र॑तीतमहि॒हनं॑ श्रव॒स्यं१॒॑ तरु॑त्रम्
"O Aṣvins, wearing many forms at pleasure, on Pedu ye bestowed a fleet-foot courser, Strong, winner of a thousand spoils, resistless the serpent slayer, glorious, triumphant."
ए॒तानि॑ वां श्रव॒स्या॑ सुदानू॒ ब्रह्मा॑ङ्गू॒षं सद॑नं॒ रोद॑स्योः यद्वां॑ प॒ज्रासो॑ अश्विना॒ हव॑न्ते या॒तमि॒षा च॑ वि॒दुषे॑ च॒ वाज॑म्
"These glorious things are yours, ye Bounteous Givers; prayer, praise in both worlds are your habitation. O Aṣvins, when the sons of Paira call you, send strength with nourishment to him who knoweth."
सू॒नोर्माने॑नाश्विना गृणा॒ना वाजं॒ विप्रा॑य भुरणा॒ रद॑न्ता अ॒गस्त्ये॒ ब्रह्म॑णा वावृधा॒ना सं वि॒श्पलां॑ नासत्यारिणीतम्
"Hymned with the reverence of a son, O Aṣvins ye Swift Ones giving booty to the singer, Glorified by Agastya with devotion, established Vispala again, Nâsatyas."
कुह॒ यान्ता॑ सुष्टु॒तिं का॒व्यस्य॒ दिवो॑ नपाता वृषणा शयु॒त्रा हिर॑ण्यस्येव क॒लशं॒ निखा॑त॒मुदू॑पथुर्दश॒मे अ॑श्वि॒नाह॑न्
"Ye Sons of Heaven, ye Mighty, whither went ye, sought ye, for his fair praise the home of Kdvya. When, like a pitcher full of gold, O Aṣvins, on the tenth day ye lifted up the buried?"
यु॒वं च्यवा॑नमश्विना॒ जर॑न्तं॒ पुन॒र्युवा॑नं चक्रथुः॒ शची॑भिः यु॒वो रथं॑ दुहि॒ता सूर्य॑स्य स॒ह श्रि॒या ना॑सत्यावृणीत
"Ye with the aid of your great powers, O Aṣvins, restored to youth the ancient man Chyavâna. The Daughter of the Sun with all her glory, O ye Nâsatyas, chose your car to bear her."
यु॒वं तुग्रा॑य पू॒र्व्येभि॒रेवैः॑ पुनर्म॒न्याव॑भवतं युवाना यु॒वं भु॒ज्युमर्ण॑सो॒ निः स॑मु॒द्राद्विभि॑रूहथुर्ऋ॒ज्रेभि॒रश्वैः॑
"Ye, ever-youthful Ones, again remembered Tugra, according to your ancient manner: With horses brown of hue that flew with swift wings ye brought back Bhujyu from the sea of billows."
अजो॑हवीदश्विना तौ॒ग्र्यो वां॒ प्रोळ्हः॑ समु॒द्रम॑व्य॒थिर्ज॑ग॒न्वान् निष्टमू॑हथुः सु॒युजा॒ रथे॑न॒ मनो॑जवसा वृषणा स्व॒स्ति
"The son of Tugra had invoked you, Aṣvins; borne on he went uninjured through the ocean. Ye with your chariot swift as thought, well-harnessed, carried him off, O Mighty Ones, to safety."
अजो॑हवीदश्विना॒ वर्ति॑का वामा॒स्नो यत्सी॒ममु॑ञ्चतं॒ वृक॑स्य वि ज॒युषा॑ ययथुः॒ सान्वद्रे॑र्जा॒तं वि॒ष्वाचो॑ अहतं वि॒षेण॑
"The quail had invocated you, O Aṣvins, when from the wolf's devouring jaws ye freed her. With conquering car ye cleft the mountain's ridges: the offspring of Viṣvâch ye killed with poison."
श॒तं मे॒षान्वृ॒क्ये॑ मामहा॒नं तमः॒ प्रणी॑त॒मशि॑वेन पि॒त्रा आक्षी ऋ॒ज्राश्वे॑ अश्विनावधत्तं॒ ज्योति॑र॒न्धाय॑ चक्रथुर्वि॒चक्षे॑
"He whom for furnishing a hundred wethers to the she-wolf, his wicked father blinded, To him, R̥ijrâṣva, gave ye eyes, O Aṣvins; light to the blind ye sent for perfect vision."
शु॒नम॒न्धाय॒ भर॑मह्वय॒त्सा वृ॒कीर॑श्विना वृषणा॒ नरेति॑ जा॒रः क॒नीन॑ इव चक्षदा॒न ऋ॒ज्राश्वः॑ श॒तमेकं॑ च मे॒षान्
"To bring the blind man joy thus cried the she-wolf: O Aṣvins, O ye Mighty Ones, O Heroes, For me R̥ijrâṣva, like a youthful lover, hath. cut piecemeal one and a hundred wethers."
म॒ही वा॑मू॒तिर॑श्विना मयो॒भूरु॒त स्रा॒मं धि॑ष्ण्या॒ सं रि॑णीथः अथा॑ यु॒वामिद॑ह्वय॒त्पुरं॑धि॒राग॑च्छतं सीं वृषणा॒ववो॑भिः
"Great and weal-giving is your aid, O Aṣvins, ye, objects of all thought, made whole the cripple. Purandhi also for this cause invoked you, and ye, O mighty, came to her with succours."
अधे॑नुं दस्रा स्त॒र्यं१॒॑ विष॑क्ता॒मपि॑न्वतं श॒यवे॑ अश्विना॒ गाम् यु॒वं शची॑भिर्विम॒दाय॑ जा॒यां न्यू॑हथुः पुरुमि॒त्रस्य॒ योषा॑म्
"Ye, Wonder-Workers, filled with milk for Ṣayu the milkless cow, emaciated, barren; And by your powers the child of Purumitra ye brought to Vimada to be his consort."
यवं॒ वृके॑णाश्विना॒ वप॒न्तेषं॑ दु॒हन्ता॒ मनु॑षाय दस्रा अ॒भि दस्युं॒ बकु॑रेणा॒ धम॑न्तो॒रु ज्योति॑श्चक्रथु॒रार्या॑य
"Ploughing and sowing barley, O ye Aṣvins, milking out food for men, ye Wonder-Workers, Blasting away the Dasyu with your trumpet, ye gave far-spreading light unto the Ârya."
आ॒थ॒र्व॒णाया॑श्विना दधी॒चेऽश्व्यं॒ शिरः॒ प्रत्यै॑रयतम् स वां॒ मधु॒ प्र वो॑चदृता॒यन्त्वा॒ष्ट्रं यद्द॑स्रावपिक॒क्ष्यं॑ वाम्
"Ye brought the horse's head, Aṣvins, and gave it unto Dadhyac the offspring of Atharvan. True, he revealed to you, O WonderWorkers, sweet Soma, Tvashṭar's secret, as your girdle."
सदा॑ कवी सुम॒तिमा च॑के वां॒ विश्वा॒ धियो॑ अश्विना॒ प्राव॑तं मे अ॒स्मे र॒यिं ना॑सत्या बृ॒हन्त॑मपत्य॒साचं॒ श्रुत्यं॑ रराथाम्
"O Sages, evermore I crave your favour: be gracious unto all my prayers, O Aṣvins. Grant me, Nâsatyas, riches in abundance, wealth famous and accompanied with children."
हिर॑ण्यहस्तमश्विना॒ ररा॑णा पु॒त्रं न॑रा वध्रिम॒त्या अ॑दत्तम् त्रिधा॑ ह॒ श्याव॑मश्विना॒ विक॑स्त॒मुज्जी॒वस॑ ऐरयतं सुदानू
"With liberal bounty to the weakling's consorts ye, Heroes, gave a son Hiraṇyahasta; And Ṣyâva, cut into three several pieces, ye brougnt to life again, O bounteous Aṣvins."
ए॒तानि॑ वामश्विना वी॒र्या॑णि॒ प्र पू॒र्व्याण्या॒यवो॑ऽवोचन् ब्रह्म॑ कृ॒ण्वन्तो॑ वृषणा यु॒वभ्यां॑ सु॒वीरा॑सो वि॒दथ॒मा व॑देम
"These your heroic exploits, O ye Aṣvins, done in the days. of old, have men related. May we, addressing prayer to you, ye Mighty, speak with brave sons about us to. the synod."