The young, unbroken to be eaten, plunged into the sea and brought up with rushing waves and foaming currents. With labours, weariness, and torments, with tears and groans the Ashvins carry them across.

You bore up Bhujyu, Aśvins, from the waters, when cast into the sea, bearing him to shore by yourexertions with your undecaying, unwearied, unharassed horses.

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.