Hear the tales of those whom the Aśvins have rescued, O singers! How many hath thou saved from the depths of despair and ruin? The blind man cried out in darkness, and thou didst restore his sight. The crippled man lay helpless, and thou didst straighten his limbs.

Bhujyu was cast into the vast ocean, abandoned and drowning far from the land of his fathers. His strength was failing; the waters pulled him down into their cold embrace. Then came thy chariot, O Aśvins, racing across the waves as if the sea were solid earth beneath thy wheels. Thou didst lift him and carry him to safety, back to his people, back to the warmth of his hearth.

Kanyā the maiden was cursed, and no man would take her as wife. She lay cast aside, a thing of pity and scorn. But thou didst hear her prayer, O Aśvins, and thou didst transform her. In thy kindness, thou madest her worthy of love, and she became the bride of a great warrior.

Countless are thy deeds of salvation! The lame walk. The blind see. The childless woman beareth sons. The sick man riseth from his bed renewed. Thy reputation spreadeth across the earth like the breaking dawn—all creatures know thy name and trust in thy mercy.

We sing of thee, O rescuers, O healers, O noble Aśvins. Thy compassion knoweth no limit. Thy power preserveth all that calleth upon thee in their hour of need.