अपapa सवसुरुषसोsvasuruṣaso नगnagh जिहीतेjihīte रिणक्तिriṇakti कर्ष्णीररुषायkṛṣṇīraruṣāya पन्थामpanthām |

अश्वामघाaśvāmaghā गोमघाghomaghā वांvāṃ हुवेमhuvema दिवाdivā नक्तंnaktaṃ शरुमस्मदśarumasmad युयोतमyuyotam ||
THE Night retireth from the Dawn her Sister; the Dark one yieldeth to the Red her pathway.
Let us invoke you rich in steeds and cattle - by day and night keep far from us the arrow.
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उपायातंupāyātaṃ दाशुषेdāśuṣe मर्त्यायmartyāya रथेनrathena वाममश्विनाvāmamaśvinā वहन्ताvahantā |

युयुतमस्मदनिराममीवांyuyutamasmadanirāmamīvāṃ दिवाdivā नक्तंnaktaṃ माध्वीmādhvī तरासिथांtrāsithāṃ नःnaḥ ||
Bearing rich treasure in your car, O Aśvins, come to the mortal who presents oblation.
Keep at a distance penury and sickness; Lovers of Sweetness, day and night preserve us.
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आā वांvāṃ रथमवमस्यांrathamavamasyāṃ वयुष्टौvyuṣṭau सुम्नायवोsumnāyavo वर्षणोvṛṣaṇo वर्तयन्तुvartayantu |

सयूमगभस्तिंsyūmaghabhastiṃ रतयुग्भिरश्वैराश्विनाṛtayughbhiraśvairāśvinā वसुमन्तंvasumantaṃ वहेथामvahethām ||
May your strong horses, seeking bliss, bring hither your chariot at the earliest flush of morning.
With coursers yoked by Law drive hither, Aśvins, your car whose reins are light, laden with treasure.
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योyo वांvāṃ रथोratho नर्पतीnṛpatī अस्तिasti वोळ्हाvoḷhā तरिवन्धुरोtrivandhuro वसुमानुस्रयामाvasumānusrayāmā |

आā नna एनाenā नासत्योपnāsatyopa यातमभिyātamabhi यदyad वांvāṃ विश्वप्स्न्योviśvapsnyo जिगातिjighāti ||
The chariot, Princes, that conveys you, moving at daylight, triple-seated, fraught with riches,
Even with this come unto us, Nāsatyas, that laden with all food it may approach us.
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युवंyuvaṃ चयवानंcyavānaṃ जरसो.अमुमुक्तंjaraso.amumuktaṃ निni पेदवpedava ऊहथुराशुमश्वमūhathurāśumaśvam |

निरंहसस्तमसniraṃhasastamasa सपर्तमत्रिंspartamatriṃ निni जाहुषंjāhuṣaṃ शिथिरेśithire धातमन्तःdhātamantaḥ ||
Ye freed Cyavāna from old age and weakness: ye brought the courser fleet of food to Pedu.
Ye rescued Atri from distress and darkness, and loosed for Jāhuṣa the bonds that bound him.
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इयंiyaṃ मनीषाmanīṣā इयमश्विनाiyamaśvinā गीर...ghīr... ||
This is the thought, this is the song, O Aśvins: accept this hymn of ours, ye Steers, With favour.
May these our prayers addressed to you come nigh you. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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