The Hymns of the Rigveda/Book 7/Hymn 69

1. MAY your gold chariot, drawn by vigorous horses, come to us, blocking up the earth and heaven,
     Bright with its fellies while its way drops fatness, food-laden, rich in coursers, man's protector.
2. Let it approach, yoked by the will, three-seated, extending far and wide o'er fivefold beings,
     Whereon ye visit God-adoring races, bending your course whither ye will, O Asvins.
3. Renowned, with noble horses, come ye hither: drink, Wondrous Pair, the cup that holds sweet juices.
     Your car whereon your Spouse is wont to travel marks with its track the farthest ends of heaven.
4. When night was turning to the grey of morning the Maiden, Surya's Daughter, chose your splendour.
     When with your power and might ye aid the pious he comes through heat to life by your assistance.
5. O Chariot-borne, this car of yours invested with rays of light comes harnessed to our dwelling.
     Herewith, O Asvins, while the dawn is breaking, to this our sacrifice bring peace and blessing.
6. Like the wild cattle thirsty for the lightning, Heroes, come nigh this day to our libations.
     Men call on you with hymns in many places, but let not other worshippers detain you.
7. Bhujyu, abandoned in the midst of ocean, ye raised from out the water with your horses,
     Uninjured, winged, flagging not, undaunted, with deeds of wonder saving him, O Asvins.
8. Now hear, O Youthful Twain, mine invocation: come, Asvins, to the home where food aboundeth.
     Vouchsafe us wealth, do honour to our nobles. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.