Come to us, O Aśvins, at the break of dawn, ye swift ones who ride across the sky in your golden car. At the first light, when the rooster calleth and the world stirs from sleep, be thou our companions. Bring healing in thy hands—balm for the weary, strength for the weak.

We have waited through the dark hours. The night held us in shadow; the stars are dimming now. But thou, O noble pair, art ever watchful, ever moving toward the light. Thy steeds know no weariness; thy wheels turn without ceasing. Come swift as thought itself, swifter than the wind that scattereth the clouds.

To thee, Aśvins, we cry at dawn: bestow upon us vigor unmatched. Heal the wounds we carry—those of the body and those hidden in the heart. Thou hast gathered the scattered limbs of Dadhyañc; thou hast restored sight to the blind. Thy power is without limit.

Let thy chariot arrive before the sun hath fully risen. Let the dew still cling to the grass when ye come to bless us. We offer the soma, sweet and golden, in gratitude for thy merciful attention. Visit us as thou visitest all creatures that invoke thy name.

Aśvins, O Aśvins, twin lords of dawn and healing—be thou our guardians this day and all days. Make us whole. Make us pure. Make us ready for the light.