O Aśvins, awake! The dawn is breaking. The stars grow pale. The night doth flee before the coming light. And we, thy servants, do call upon thee this new day, as we have called upon thee on every day since the beginning of time.

Come to us with the first rays of the sun! Come riding in thy golden chariot, thy horses prancing with joy at the prospect of bringing aid to mortal men. The world has suffered through the long night; disease hath raged, sorrow hath abounded, fear hath gripped many hearts. But now comes the morning, and with it comes hope — for the Aśvins are awake.

Hear our prayer, O swift ones! We have offered thee the soma-juice, made pure by prayer and thought. We have kindled the sacred fire upon the altar. We have sung thy hymns with voices clear and true. The ritual is complete; the offerings are made. All that remains is for thee to grant thy blessing.

Grant us health, that our bodies may be strong and vigorous! Grant us wisdom, that our minds may perceive the truth! Grant us courage, that our hearts may fear nothing save the loss of righteousness! Grant us prosperity, that we may have the means to give freely to those in need! Grant us children, that our line may continue! Grant us long life, that we may serve thee all our days!

O Aśvins, O morning bringers, O healers divine! Accept our worship. Accept our praise. Ride forth into this day as thou hast ridden into every day since creation began. And let thy blessing fall upon us as the dew falls upon the grass!