O Aśvins twain, we call upon you now, and offer up to you our solemn vow. Come swift, come swift to hear our humble prayer, and grant unto our lives thy most devoted care.

We are the mortals weak and prone to pain; we are the ones who suffer and remain. The sickness cometh when we are not bold, the fever racketh us both young and old.

But thou, O Aśvins, hast the power to heal, to take away the pain that we do feel. Thy touch is soft yet mighty in its way, and ailments flee before thy healing ray.

We call to thee when darkness cometh near, we lift our voices and we make our prayer. We know that thou wilt answer to our cry, and come with swiftness from the starlit sky.

Grant us the healing of thy sacred hands, the grace that cometh from the highest lands. Let no disease take root within our frame, let fever not consume us all the same.

Protect our children, guard them through the night, and keep them ever in thy loving sight. Let no harm come unto the ones we hold most dear, and let them never know the touch of fear.

We offer thee the butter, milk, and mead, accept what we have labored for indeed. Accept our songs of praise and our devotion, accept the words that flow with true emotion.

O Aśvins swift, ye are the hope of all who call upon you when they fall. Come swift, come swift, we bid you ever nigh, and grant unto our lives thy healing sigh.

O blessed Aśvins, merciful and kind, accept our prayer and give us peace of mind.