Now come, O Ashvins, with your chariot, O Sun-skins; eat the meat with golden thighs, poets of deep mind.

Aśvin, partakers of sacrificial food, decorated with golden ornaments, wise, and endowed with profoundintellects, come verily in your chariot, invested with solar radiance.

Come now, ye Asvins, on your car decked with a sun-bright canopy, Bountiful, with your golden forms, Sages with depth of intellect.