Aśvins, for you with song of praise this hot oblation is effused, This your sweet Soma juice, ye Lords of ample wealth, through which ye think upon the foe.
As erst Kakṣīvān and the Ṛṣi Vyaśva, as erst Dīrghatamas invoked your presence, Or, in the sacrificial chambers, Vainya Pṛthi, so be ye mindful of us here, O Aśvins.
Whether with Indra ye be faring, Aśvins, or resting in one dwelling-place with Vāyu, In concord with the Ṛbhus or Ādityas, or standing still in Viṣṇu's striding-places.