O Aśvins dear, companions of the dawn! Ye ride before the light hath come upon the world. The stars still gleam, the moon doth linger still, yet there ye are, ascending up the hill.

Ye are the friends of every mortal heart, the ones who stand forever at the start. Before the sun doth rise with golden ray, ye have already come to greet the day.

O swift ones, ye do move with such great speed that none can follow thee in mortal deed. Yet slow to all who call upon thy name, ye come with gentleness and without shame.

Ye are the gods of healing and of grace, the ones who wear forever shining face. If fever cometh to the child so dear, the Aśvins come and take away the fear.

Ye are the ones who comfort the distressed, who give unto the weary ones their rest. Ye are the physicians of the ailing soul, who make the broken spirit ever whole.

Ye are the messengers between the earth and heaven, to mortals and to gods thy help is given. What travels thy swift chariot, sleek and bright, across the starlit wastes throughout the night?

Where doth thy journey end? Who knoweth well the secrets that within thy heart do dwell? We mortals only know that ye are kind, and in your mercy, blessings we do find.

Come swift, come swift to us this blessed morn, come now before the sun is fully born. Accept our offerings of butter, milk, and song, and grant unto our lives thy care most strong.

O Aśvins twin, accept our humble prayer, and grant to us forever thy bright care.