Come, let us recount thy wonders, O Aśvins! Come, let us speak thy glory throughout the lands! For what gods have done such deeds as ye have wrought?

Ye have lifted the blind Bhujyu from the sea and brought him to his father's house. Ye have given sight to Rjrāśva, whose eyes had been darkened from birth. Ye have made whole the crippled legs of Viśpalā the warrior-maid, that she might ride once more into battle. Ye have granted speech to the mute; ye have given hearing to the deaf. What company of gods hath done such mercies?

Ye have restored the youth to Cyavāna, whose body had grown bent with age. Ye have made the barren woman to conceive. Ye have raised up the fallen; ye have lifted high the lowly. And all these things ye have done, asking nothing in return save that men should remember thy names and sing thy praises when the dawn breaks.

Ye have journeyed through the night to find those who call upon you. Ye have ridden swiftly across seas and mountains. Ye have penetrated the darkest caves. Nowhere is too distant for thy mercy; nowhere too difficult for thy healing touch. The very universe obeys thy will, and even death himself doth yield before thee.

O Aśvins, your wisdom is vast as the ocean; your strength is mighty as the storm. Your love for mankind burneth like the sun. And so we worship thee, we celebrate thee, we make offerings of soma and praise. Be gracious unto us, O twin brothers of the dawn! Grant us thy blessings this day and always!