No king blames that which none eats; no sorrow, no dread afflicts us. O Ashvins, spouse-friends, perform the roaring path before the city chariot together with your wives.

Lofty soverigns, worthy of invocation, going on roads which are praised in hymns, Aśvins, the manwhom with his wife you plural ce in front of (your) car, encounters not from any quarter wickedness, difficulty, ordanger.

From no side, ye Two Kings whom none may check or stay, doth grief, distress, or danger come u on the man Whom, Asvins swift to hear, borne on your glowing path, ye with your Consort make the foremost in the race.