O Aśvins, ye golden ones! Ye who ride in a golden chariot drawn by swift horses! Ye who move with the speed of thought across the heavens!

Ye are the companions of the gods; ye are the friends of mortals. Ye come at dawn and at dusk, bringing with you health and prosperity. The sick are healed by your touch; the blind are given sight; the lame are made whole!

Ye are the healers, O divine physicians! Ye know all the healing herbs and the sacred medicines. Ye know the secret songs of healing. Ye know how to mend what is broken and to restore what is lost!

Come to our aid, O mighty ones! Bring healing to all who are sick! Bring comfort to all who suffer! Bring joy to all who mourn!

The maiden who prays to you shall find a worthy husband! The barren woman who calls upon your name shall bear children! The weak one who seeks your help shall become strong!

Ye are swift and tireless in your service to mankind. Ye are ever ready to help those who call upon you with sincere hearts.

Accept our hymn of praise, O Aśvins! Be gracious unto us! Grant us all that we ask!