Aśvins, golden-handed, swift as thought, ye chariot-lords of heaven's dawn,
Come forth to us with healing gifts and blessings manifold upon your way.

Your chariot flies from far beyond the sun; ye touch not mortal ruin here.
The sick are made whole by your sacred hand; the blind behold the light once more.
Ye gift the aged with their youth renewed; the barren woman bears the son.
O twin physicians of the sky, accept our praise and sacrifice this day.

Now do we call upon Savitṛ, the sun-god golden-handed, strong.
He bindeth fast the heaven and earth; he drinketh from the sacred cup.
All creatures wake when Savitṛ ariseth; all rest when he descendeth down.
His rays fall thick upon the land like butter poured in the sacrifice.

And Viṣṇu, mightiest of all the gods—who took his three great strides across the world!
He strode across in three great strides the breadth of all the earth and sky.
In his first stride he stepped upon this earth; his second stride embraced the air.
The third stride—lo, that hidden realm where mortals cannot ever tread.
Yet Viṣṇu grants the waters flow; he giveth food to all who call.

In three strides Viṣṇu measured out the cosmos, from the depths below unto the highest peak.
As he stepped forward on the earth, the rivers rushed to follow in his wake.
The wind itself bent down to greet him; light eternal flows from his divine footfall.

We honor all of you this day—ye Aśvins, Savitṛ most wise, and Viṣṇu great.
Grant us long life, prosperity, and sons to carry on our noble line.
Protect our cattle from the wolf; preserve our homes from calamity.
Accept our praise, ye gods of light, and dwell forever in our hearts.