O Aśvins! Twin healers! Ye who ride in thy golden chariot across the dawn sky! Ye who have rescued so many who were lost or suffering! We call upon you with grateful hearts!

Ye are the physicians of the gods themselves! When the immortals are wounded or afflicted, they call upon thee for healing. Ye who have knowledge of all herbs, all potions, all the secrets of restoration and renewal!

O ye of the swift horses! Ye come at the break of day to those who cry out for aid. A man lost in the wilderness in the dark night—thou hearest his call and guidest him to safety. A woman barren and sorrowful—thou comest and blesseth her with children. A warrior wounded in battle—thou stayeth the flow of blood and healest his wounds.

The poets sing of thy rescues! How many times have ye descended from the heavens to aid those in desperate need? Ye have pulled men from the depths of the ocean. Ye have healed those whom other physicians despaired of saving. Ye have brought back to life those who seemed already departed.

O dawn-riders! Ye are the true friends of mankind! Indra and Varuṇa are mighty and terrible, but you are merciful and gentle. Ye do not punish the sinner nor test the righteous—ye simply heal, ye simply aid, ye simply rescue those who are in need.

When pain racketh the body, we call upon thee. When sickness striketh the household, we remember thy healing power. When despair descendeth upon the spirit, we know that ye are near, ready to help.

O Aśvins! Ride swiftly to us! Bring with you the gifts of healing! Let thy chariots arrive at our dwelling just as dawn breaketh! Restore the strength of the weak! Cure the diseases of the afflicted! Bring hope to those who despair!

We offer thee our gratitude and our praise! Ye are truly the saviours of mankind!