O Aśvins! Ye of the swift-moving chariot! How many have ye rescued from the depths of calamity? How many tales do the poets sing of thy intervention?

There was one cast into the sea by cruel kinsmen, drowning in the salt waters, certain of death. Thou heardest his cries and didst rescue him, bearing him up from the abyss and returning him to his kindred.

There was one imprisoned in a well, abandoned and hopeless, with naught but darkness and cold stone surrounding him. Thou didst descend into that pit and raise him up to the light.

There was one pursued by foes with no refuge remaining, the hunter closing in for the kill. Thou didst provide swift passage and swift horses, so that the fugitive escaped to safety.

There was one whom age had bent and weakened, whose body was failing and whose strength was nearly gone. Thou didst renew him, making him young again in strength and vigor, so that he might again take joy in living.

There was one whose wife had been taken captive by demons. Thou didst ride into the demon's realm and rescue her, returning her safe to her beloved's arms.

These are but a few of the many rescues thou hast performed! Ye are the rescuers, the saviours, the ones who never abandon those who cry out in desperation!

O swift ones! Ye who cannot be delayed, whom no distance can discourage! When our hour of greatest need cometh, will ye hear our voice? Will ye come to us in our desperation?

We know not the day of our trial, but we know that thou art vigilant. We know not when we shall require thy aid, but we know that thou art ready. We trust in thee, O Aśvins! Be thou our hope in the hour of darkness!