What the bright cows bore, what the cows bore in the past, this day we offer in the Ashvin’s oblation; we are singers, the heralds of beneficial fame.

At the tiem when hurrying, devout, we invoke you both speedily going to battle, at the dawn of day, withour hymns.

When we continually invoke the Asvins, the resistless, at this time of day, We lovers of the song, with songs.