Containing 8 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
आ वां॒ रथो॒ रोद॑सी बद्बधा॒नो हि॑र॒ण्ययो॒ वृष॑भिर्या॒त्वश्वैः॑ घृ॒तव॑र्तनिः प॒विभी॑ रुचा॒न इ॒षां वो॒ळ्हा नृ॒पति॑र्वा॒जिनी॑वान्
"MAY your gold chariot, drawn by vigorous horses, come to us, blocking up the earth and heaven, Bright with its fellies while its way drops fatness, food-laden, rich in coursers, man's protector."
स प॑प्रथा॒नो अ॒भि पञ्च॒ भूमा॑ त्रिवन्धु॒रो मन॒सा या॑तु यु॒क्तः विशो॒ येन॒ गच्छ॑थो देव॒यन्तीः॒ कुत्रा॑ चि॒द्याम॑मश्विना॒ दधा॑ना
"Let it approach, yoked by thewill, three-seated, extending far and wide o'er fivefold beings, Whereon ye visit God-adoring races, bending your course whither ye will, O Aṣvins."
स्वश्वा॑ य॒शसा या॑तम॒र्वाग्दस्रा॑ नि॒धिं मधु॑मन्तं पिबाथः वि वां॒ रथो॑ व॒ध्वा॒३॒॑ याद॑मा॒नोऽन्ता॑न्दि॒वो बा॑धते वर्त॒निभ्या॑म्
"Renowned, with noble horses, come ye hither: drink, Wondrous Pair, the cup that holds sweet juices. Your car whereon your Spouse is wont to travel marks with its track the farthest ends of heaven."
यु॒वोः श्रियं॒ परि॒ योषा॑वृणीत॒ सूरो॑ दुहि॒ता परि॑तक्म्यायाम् यद्दे॑व॒यन्त॒मव॑थः॒ शची॑भिः॒ परि॑ घ्रं॒समो॒मना॑ वां॒ वयो॑ गात्
"When night was turning to the grey of morning the Maiden, Sûrya's Daughter, chose your splendour. When with your power and might ye aid the pious he comes through heat to life by your assistance."
यो ह॒ स्य वां॑ रथिरा॒ वस्त॑ उ॒स्रा रथो॑ युजा॒नः प॑रि॒याति॑ व॒र्तिः तेन॑ नः॒ शं योरु॒षसो॒ व्यु॑ष्टौ॒ न्य॑श्विना वहतं य॒ज्ञे अ॒स्मिन्
"O Chariot-borne, this car of yours invested with rays of light comes harnessed to our dwelling. Herewith, O Aṣvins, while the dawn is breaking, to this our sacrifice bring peace and blessing."
नरा॑ गौ॒रेव॑ वि॒द्युतं॑ तृषा॒णास्माक॑म॒द्य सव॒नोप॑ यातम् पु॒रु॒त्रा हि वां॑ म॒तिभि॒र्हव॑न्ते॒ मा वा॑म॒न्ये नि य॑मन्देव॒यन्तः॑
"Like the wild cattle thirsty for the lightning, Heroes, come nigh this day to our libations. Men call on you with hymns in many places, but let not other worshippers detain you."
यु॒वं भु॒ज्युमव॑विद्धं समु॒द्र उदू॑हथु॒रर्ण॑सो॒ अस्रि॑धानैः प॒त॒त्रिभि॑रश्र॒मैर॑व्य॒थिभि॑र्दं॒सना॑भिरश्विना पा॒रय॑न्ता
"Bhujyu, abandoned in the midst of ocean, ye raised from out the water with your horses, Uninjured, winged, flagging not, undaunted, with deeds of wonder saving him, O Aṣvins."
नू मे॒ हव॒मा शृ॑णुतं युवाना यासि॒ष्टं व॒र्तिर॑श्विना॒विरा॑वत् ध॒त्तं रत्ना॑नि॒ जर॑तं च सू॒रीन्यू॒यं पा॑त स्व॒स्तिभिः॒ सदा॑ नः
"Now hear, O Youthful Twain, mine invocation: come, Aṣvins, to the home where food aboundeth. Vouchsafe us wealth, do honour to our nobles. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings."