Containing 9 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
आ शु॑भ्रा यातमश्विना॒ स्वश्वा॒ गिरो॑ दस्रा जुजुषा॒णा यु॒वाकोः॑ ह॒व्यानि॑ च॒ प्रति॑भृता वी॒तं नः॑
"COME, radiant Aṣvins, with your noble horses: accept your servant's hymns, ye Wonder-Workers: Enjoy oblations which we bring to greet you."
प्र वा॒मन्धां॑सि॒ मद्या॑न्यस्थु॒ररं॑ गन्तं ह॒विषो॑ वी॒तये॑ मे ति॒रो अ॒र्यो हव॑नानि श्रु॒तं नः॑
"The gladdening juices stand prepared before you: come quickly and partake of mine oblation. Pass by the calling of our foe and bear us."
प्र वां॒ रथो॒ मनो॑जवा इयर्ति ति॒रो रजां॑स्यश्विना श॒तोतिः॑ अ॒स्मभ्यं॑ सूर्यावसू इया॒नः
"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."
अ॒यं ह॒ यद्वां॑ देव॒या उ॒ अद्रि॑रू॒र्ध्वो विव॑क्ति सोम॒सुद्यु॒वभ्या॑म् आ व॒ल्गू विप्रो॑ ववृतीत ह॒व्यैः
"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."
चि॒त्रं ह॒ यद्वां॒ भोज॑नं॒ न्वस्ति॒ न्यत्र॑ये॒ महि॑ष्वन्तं युयोतम् यो वा॑मो॒मानं॒ दध॑ते प्रि॒यः सन्
"The nourishment ye have is, truly, wondrous: ye gave thereof a quickening store to Atri, Who being dear to you, receives your favour."
उ॒त त्यद्वां॑ जुर॒ते अ॑श्विना भू॒च्च्यवा॑नाय प्र॒तीत्यं॑ हवि॒र्दे अधि॒ यद्वर्प॑ इ॒तऊ॑ति ध॒त्थः
"That gift, which all may gain, ye gave Chyavâna, when he grew old, who offered you oblations, When ye bestowed on him enduring beauty."
उ॒त त्यं भु॒ज्युम॑श्विना॒ सखा॑यो॒ मध्ये॑ जहुर्दु॒रेवा॑सः समु॒द्रे निरीं॑ पर्ष॒दरा॑वा॒ यो यु॒वाकुः॑
"What time his wicked friends abandoned Bhujyu, O Aṣvins, in the middle of the ocean, Your horse delivered him, your faithful servant."
वृका॑य चि॒ज्जस॑मानाय शक्तमु॒त श्रु॑तं श॒यवे॑ हू॒यमा॑ना याव॒घ्न्यामपि॑न्वतम॒पो न स्त॒र्यं॑ चिच्छ॒क्त्य॑श्विना॒ शची॑भिः
"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."
ए॒ष स्य का॒रुर्ज॑रते सू॒क्तैरग्रे॑ बुधा॒न उ॒षसां॑ सु॒मन्मा॑ इ॒षा तं व॑र्धद॒घ्न्या पयो॑भिर्यू॒यं पा॑त स्व॒स्तिभिः॒ सदा॑ नः
"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."