The Ashvins approached here; do not be hostile. They encircled the shining sea with swift motion; my dear oblation has been heard.

Aśvins, come hither; Nāsatyas, be not unpropitious; invincible lords, come from hidden (regions) to our sacrificial hall; maste of mystic lore, hear my invocation.

O Asvins, hither come to us; Nasatyas, be not disinclined. Through longing for the pious turn out of the way to reach our home. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.