Containing 11 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
आ वां॒ रथो॑ अश्विना श्ये॒नप॑त्वा सुमृळी॒कः स्ववाँ॑ यात्व॒र्वाङ् यो मर्त्य॑स्य॒ मन॑सो॒ जवी॑यान्त्रिवन्धु॒रो वृ॑षणा॒ वात॑रंहाः
"FLYING, with falcons, may your chariot, Aṣvins, most gracious, bringing friendly help, come hither,– Your chariot, swifter than the mind of mortal, fleet as the wind, three-seated O ye Mighty."
त्रि॒व॒न्धु॒रेण॑ त्रि॒वृता॒ रथे॑न त्रिच॒क्रेण॑ सु॒वृता या॑तम॒र्वाक् पिन्व॑तं॒ गा जिन्व॑त॒मर्व॑तो नो व॒र्धय॑तमश्विना वी॒रम॒स्मे
"Come to us with your chariot triple seated, three-wheeled, of triple form, that rolleth lightly. Fill full our cows, give mettle to our horses, and make each hero son grow strong, O Aṣvins."
प्र॒वद्या॑मना सु॒वृता॒ रथे॑न॒ दस्रा॑वि॒मं शृ॑णुतं॒ श्लोक॒मद्रेः॑ किम॒ङ्ग वां॒ प्रत्यव॑र्तिं॒ गमि॑ष्ठा॒हुर्विप्रा॑सो अश्विना पुरा॒जाः
"With your well-rolling car, descending swiftly, hear this the press-stone's song, ye Wonder- Workers. How then have ancient sages said, O Aṣvins, that ye most swiftly come to stay affliction?"
आ वां॑ श्ये॒नासो॑ अश्विना वहन्तु॒ रथे॑ यु॒क्तास॑ आ॒शवः॑ पतं॒गाः ये अ॒प्तुरो॑ दि॒व्यासो॒ न गृध्रा॑ अ॒भि प्रयो॑ नासत्या॒ वह॑न्ति
"O Aṣvins, let your falcons bear you hither, yoked to your chariot, swift, with flying pinions, Which, ever active, like the airy eagles, carry you, O Nâsatyas, to the banquet."
आ वां॒ रथं॑ युव॒तिस्ति॑ष्ठ॒दत्र॑ जु॒ष्ट्वी न॑रा दुहि॒ता सूर्य॑स्य परि॑ वा॒मश्वा॒ वपु॑षः पतं॒गा वयो॑ वहन्त्वरु॒षा अ॒भीके॑
"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."
उद्वन्द॑नमैरतं दं॒सना॑भि॒रुद्रे॒भं द॑स्रा वृषणा॒ शची॑भिः निष्टौ॒ग्र्यं पा॑रयथः समु॒द्रात्पुन॒श्च्यवा॑नं चक्रथु॒र्युवा॑नम्
"Ye raised up Vandana, strong WonderWorkers! 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 Chyavâna."
यु॒वमत्र॒येऽव॑नीताय त॒प्तमूर्ज॑मो॒मान॑मश्विनावधत्तम् यु॒वं कण्वा॒यापि॑रिप्ताय॒ चक्षुः॒ प्रत्य॑धत्तं सुष्टु॒तिं जु॑जुषा॒णा
"To Atri, cast down to the fire that scorched him, ye gave, O Aṣvins, strengthening food and favour. Accepting his fair praises with approval, ye gave his eyes again to blinded Kaṇva."
यु॒वं धे॒नुं श॒यवे॑ नाधि॒तायापि॑न्वतमश्विना पू॒र्व्याय॑ अमु॑ञ्चतं॒ वर्ति॑का॒मंह॑सो॒ निः प्रति॒ जङ्घां॑ वि॒श्पला॑या अधत्तम्
"For ancient Sayti in his sore affliction ye caused his cow to swell with milk, O Aṣvins. The quail from her great misery ye delivered, and a new leg for Vispala provided."
यु॒वं श्वे॒तं पे॒दव॒ इन्द्र॑जूतमहि॒हन॑मश्विनादत्त॒मश्व॑म् जो॒हूत्र॑म॒र्यो अ॒भिभू॑तिमु॒ग्रं स॑हस्र॒सां वृष॑णं वी॒ड्व॑ङ्गम्
"A white horse, Aṣvins, ye bestowed on Pedu, a serpent-slaying steed sent down by Indra, Loud-neighing, conquering the foe, highmettled, firm-limbed and vigorous, winning thousand treasures."
ता वां॑ नरा॒ स्वव॑से सुजा॒ता हवा॑महे अश्विना॒ नाध॑मानाः आ न॒ उप॒ वसु॑मता॒ रथे॑न॒ गिरो॑ जुषा॒णा सु॑वि॒ताय॑ यातम्
"Such as ye are, O nobly horn, 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."
आ श्ये॒नस्य॒ जव॑सा॒ नूत॑नेना॒स्मे या॑तं नासत्या स॒जोषाः॑ हवे॒ हि वा॑मश्विना रा॒तह॑व्यः शश्वत्त॒माया॑ उ॒षसो॒ व्यु॑ष्टौ
"Come unto us combined in love, Nâsatyas come with the fresh swift vigour of the falcon. Bearing oblations I invoke you, Aṣvins, at the first break of everlasting morning."