Come now, O Aśvins, ye golden-faced ones! Come swift upon your chariot drawn by the wind. This day we call upon you, twin healers, bearers of the radiant light. Your horses know no weariness; they tread the roads between the worlds. Come to our sacrifice, we pray thee.

Vāyu rides before thee, the mighty wind. His breath drives all the worlds. He moves unseen through heaven and earth, invisible and swift. O wind-god, thou art the first to touch the soma's sweetness! O Vāyu, accept our calling. Come to the sacrifice with the Aśvins twain.

The dawn breaks red across the eastern waters. See how the Aśvins rise together, their chariot golden, their faces bright as a thousand suns. They heal the old. They restore the broken. They grant us length of days and freedom from harm.

O ye who rescue from the depths of the sea! O ye who drive away all evil! Hear us now as we pour the soma. Drink deep, O Aśvins, drink with Vāyu the wind. Let your blessing fall upon this altar. Let your favor rest upon our houses and our herds.

Grant us the gift of swift passage. Grant us courage in battle. Grant us the embrace of our belovèd ones. Ye twin lords of healing, accept this offering. Come now. Come swift. Come to our sacrifice, O Aśvins! Come, O Vāyu!