They bade the listener to the blind one—O Ashvins, no manhood leaves the bulls. Age like a leprous one gave sight; the rams, one hundredfold, and fleet steeds were given.

(Desiring) that the enjoyment (arising from the perfection) of the senses (should be restored to the blind), the she-wolf invoked you, (saying), "Aśvins, showerers (of benefits), leaders (of sacrifices), Ṛjrāśva, (lavish) as a youthful gallant, (has given me) a hundred and one sheep, cutting them into fragments".

To bring the blind man joy thus cried the she-wolf: O Asvins, O ye Mighty Ones, O Heroes, For me Rjrasva, like a youthful lover, hath. cut piecemeal one and a hundred wethers.