With three cords bound and thrice yoked to the chariot came the Ashvins: may you bring sweetness of Soma to be drunk.

Aśvins, come here with your three-seated triangular car, that you may drink the exhilarating Soma.

Thrice-sixty Maruts, waxing strong, were with thee, like piles of beaming light, worthy of worship. We come to thee: grant us a happy portion. Let us adore thy might with this oblation.