Containing 9 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
कदु॒ प्रेष्टा॑वि॒षां र॑यी॒णाम॑ध्व॒र्यन्ता॒ यदु॑न्निनी॒थो अ॒पाम् अ॒यं वां॑ य॒ज्ञो अ॑कृत॒ प्रश॑स्तिं॒ वसु॑धिती॒ अवि॑तारा जनानाम्
"WHAT, dearest Pair, is this in strength and riches that ye as Priests are bring from the waters? This sacrifice is your glorification, ye who protect mankind and give them treasures."
आ वा॒मश्वा॑सः॒ शुच॑यः पय॒स्पा वात॑रंहसो दि॒व्यासो॒ अत्याः॑ म॒नो॒जुवो॒ वृष॑णो वी॒तपृ॑ष्ठा॒ एह स्व॒राजो॑ अ॒श्विना॑ वहन्तु
"May your pure steeds, rain-drinkers, bring you hither, swift as the tempest, your celestial coursers, Rapid as thought, with fair backs, full of vigour, resplendent in their native light, O Aṣvins."
आ वां॒ रथो॒ऽवनि॒र्न प्र॒वत्वा॑न्त्सृ॒प्रव॑न्धुरः सुवि॒ताय॑ गम्याः वृष्णः॑ स्थातारा॒ मन॑सो॒ जवी॑यानहम्पू॒र्वो य॑ज॒तो धि॑ष्ण्या॒ यः
"Your car is like a torrent rushing downward: may it come nigh, broad-seated, for our welfare,– Car holy, strong, that ever would be foremost, thought-swift, which ye, for whom we long, have mounted."
इ॒हेह॑ जा॒ता सम॑वावशीतामरे॒पसा॑ त॒न्वा॒३॒॑ नाम॑भिः॒ स्वैः जि॒ष्णुर्वा॑म॒न्यः सुम॑खस्य सू॒रिर्दि॒वो अ॒न्यः सु॒भगः॑ पु॒त्र ऊ॑हे
"Here sprung to life, they both have sung together, with bodies free from stain, with signs that mark them; One of you Prince of Sacrifice, the Victor, the other counts as Heaven's auspicious offspring."
प्र वां॑ निचे॒रुः क॑कु॒हो वशाँ॒ अनु॑ पि॒शङ्ग॑रूपः॒ सद॑नानि गम्याः हरी॑ अ॒न्यस्य॑ पी॒पय॑न्त॒ वाजै॑र्म॒थ्रा रजां॑स्यश्विना॒ वि घोषैः॑
"May your car-seat, down-gliding, golden-coloured, according to your wish approach our dwellings. Men shall feed full the bay steeds of the other, and, Aṣvins they with roars shall stir the regions."
प्र वां॑ श॒रद्वा॑न्वृष॒भो न नि॒ष्षाट् पू॒र्वीरिष॑श्चरति॒ मध्व॑ इ॒ष्णन् एवै॑र॒न्यस्य॑ पी॒पय॑न्त॒ वाजै॒र्वेष॑न्तीरू॒र्ध्वा न॒द्यो॑ न॒ आगुः॑
"Forth comes your strong Bull like a cloud of autumn, sending abundant food of liquid sweetness. Let them feed with the other's ways and vigour: the upper streams have come and do us service."
अस॑र्जि वां॒ स्थवि॑रा वेधसा॒ गीर्बा॒ळ्हे अ॑श्विना त्रे॒धा क्षर॑न्ती उप॑स्तुताववतं॒ नाध॑मानं॒ याम॒न्नया॑मञ्छृणुतं॒ हवं॑ मे
"Your constant song hath been sent forth, Disposers! that flows threefold in mighty strength, O Aṣvins. Thus lauded, give the suppliant protection moving or resting hear mine invocation."
उ॒त स्या वां॒ रुश॑तो॒ वप्स॑सो॒ गीस्त्रि॑ब॒र्हिषि॒ सद॑सि पिन्वते॒ नॄन् वृषा॑ वां मे॒घो वृ॑षणा पीपाय॒ गोर्न सेके॒ मनु॑षो दश॒स्यन्
"This song of bright contents for you is swelling in the men's hall where three-fold grass is ready. Your strong rain-cloud, ye Mighty Ones, hath swollen, honouring men as 'twere with milk's outpouring."
यु॒वां पू॒षेवा॑श्विना॒ पुरं॑धिर॒ग्निमु॒षां न ज॑रते ह॒विष्मा॑न् हु॒वे यद्वां॑ वरिव॒स्या गृ॑णा॒नो वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम्
"The prudent worshipper, like Pûshan, Aṣvins! praises you as he praises Dawn and Agni, When, singing with devotion, he invokes you. May we find strengthening food in full abundance."