O Aśvins twain, ye riders swift and bright! Ye come to us at breaking of the light. Ye are the ones who go before the dawn, and harness all the magic of the morn.

What are thy deeds, O Aśvins? Who can tell the catalog of wonder, blessed, and celestial? Ye have performed such miracles unnumbered, that all the heavens with amazement have been slumbered.

Ye brought the sun to Savitṛ's gaze when he did lose his sight and wander all his days. Ye healed the aged Chyavana, made him whole, and restored to him his youthful, burning soul.

Ye took the daughter of the sun most fair, fair Sūryā, and ye loved her with such care. Ye rescued her from the great danger dire, and all the heavens sang with joy and fire.

Ye came to Bhujyu when he fell at sea, beneath the waves where no man could be free. Yet ye did dive beneath the waters deep, and brought him back from out that dark abyss so steep.

Ye made the blind man see with healing touch, ye cured the leper and the maimed so much. Ye are the physicians of the gods most kind, ye are the sweetness of the mortal mind.

The birds did flee before thy chariot bright, the winds did tremble at thy holy might. Ye go where mortals cannot ever go, and bring us blessings from the realms below.

O Aśvins blessed, we do sing thy praise, and lift to thee our voices through our days. Accept our offerings of butter, milk, and mead, and grant to us what we most surely need.

Come swift, come swiftly, hear our humble prayer, and grant unto our lives thy loving care.