Come, O ye Aśvins, mounted on your triple car three-seated, beautiful of form To you at sacrifice the Kaṇvas send the prayer: graciously listen to their call.
O Aśvins, ye who strengthen Law, drink ye this sweetest Soma juice. Borne on your wealth-fraught car come ye this day to him who offers, ye of wondrous deeds.
Omniscient Aśvins, on the thrice-heaped grass bedew with the sweet juice the sacrifice. The sons of Kaṇva, striving heavenward, call on you with draughts of Soma juice out-poured.
O Mighty Ones, ye gave Sudās abundant food, brought on your treasure-laden car; So now vouchsafe to us the wealth which many crave, either from heaven or from the sea.
So let your coursers, ornaments of sacrifice, bring you to our libations here. Bestowing food on him who acts and gives aright, sit, Chiefs, upon the sacred grass.
With lauds and songs of praise we call them down to us, that they, most rich, may succour us; For ye have ever in the Kaṇvas' well-loved house, O Aśvins, drunk the Soma juice.