Texts

Now we shall make you new (for you) to help us, o Nāsatyas, so that this stranger will place his trust (in us?). (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

[A woman:] “It’s I who invoked you: hear me, o Aśvins. Like parents for their son, do your best for me. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

I am without friends, without kin, without blood relatives, and heedless: rescue me in the face of this shame.” (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You two with your chariot carried down to Vimada the sleek maiden of Purumitra (to be his wife). (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You two came to the call of Vadhrimatī. You two made an easy birth for Puraṃdhi. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You two made youthful vigor again for the inspired poet Kali, who was approaching old age. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You two dug Vandana out from the antelope snare. You two in an instant made Viśpalā go. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You two raised up Rebha, set in hiding and already dead, o bullish Aśvins. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You two made the earth-cleft and the heated (pot) comfortable for Atri, for Saptavadhri. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You two gave to Pedu a white horse, a prizewinner with nine and ninety prizes, o Aśvins, (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

(a horse) to be celebrated, one setting its comrades to running, to be invoked by men like good fortune, and the embodiment of joy. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

O you two kings and Aditi—not from anywhere does distress or difficulty or fear reach him (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

for whom you arrange that his chariot, along with his wife, will be in front, o Aśvins good to invoke, you who follow the course of the Rudras [=Maruts]. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

Drive here with your chariot swifter than thought, which the R̥ bhus made for you, o Aśvins, (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

and at whose hitching up the Daughter of Heaven [=Dawn] is born and both bright-lit day halves of Vivasvant. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You drove your course with your victorious (chariot) through the mountain. You made the milk-cow swell for Śayu, o Aśvins. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

With your powers you two freed the quail, which had been swallowed, even from within the mouth of the wolf. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

We have made this praise song for you, o Aśvins. We have fashioned it, like the Bhr̥ gus a chariot. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

We have clasped it to ourselves like a dashing youth a maiden, holding it close like our own son who continues our lineage. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

Your chariot that is driving where—who attends to that brilliant one for its good progress, o men— (Jamison and Brereton (2014))