"COME, radiant Aṣvins, with your noble horses: accept your servant's hymns, ye Wonder-Workers: Enjoy oblations which we bring to greet you."

"The gladdening juices stand prepared before you: come quickly and partake of mine oblation. Pass by the calling of our foe and bear us."

"Your chariot with a hundred aids, O Aṣvins, beareth you swift as thought across the regions, Speeding to us, O ye whose wealth is Sûrya."

"What time this stone of yours, the Gods' adorer, upraised, sounds forth for you as Soma-presser, Let the priest bring you, Fair Ones, through oblations."

"The nourishment ye have is, truly, wondrous: ye gave thereof a quickening store to Atri, Who being dear to you, receives your favour."

"That gift, which all may gain, ye gave Chyavâna, when he grew old, who offered you oblations, When ye bestowed on him enduring beauty."

"What time his wicked friends abandoned Bhujyu, O Aṣvins, in the middle of the ocean, Your horse delivered him, your faithful servant."

"Ye lent your aid to Vr̥ika when exhausted, and listened when invoked to Ṣayu's calling. Ye made the cow pour forth her milk like water, and, Aṣvins, strengthened with your strength the barren."

"With his fair hymns this singer, too, extols you, waking with glad thoughts at the break of morning. May the cow nourish him with milk to feed llim. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings."