Sukta 118

आ वां रथो अश्विना श्येनपत्वा सुमृळीकः स्ववाँ यात्वर्वाङ्। यो मर्त्यस्य मनसो जवीयान्त्रिवन्धुरो वृषणा वातरंहाः॥

ā vāṁ ratho aśvinā śyenapatvā sumṛḻīkaḥ svavā yātvarvāṅ | yo martyasya manaso javīyāntrivandhuro vṛṣaṇā vātaraṁhāḥ ||

FLYING, with falcons, may your chariot, Asvins, most gracious, bringing friendly help, come hither,- Your chariot, swifter than the mind of mortal, fleet as the wind, three-seated O ye Mighty.

त्रिवन्धुरेण त्रिवृता रथेन त्रिचक्रेण सुवृता यातमर्वाक्। पिन्वतं गा जिन्वतमर्वतो नो वर्धयतमश्विना वीरमस्मे॥

trivandhureṇa trivṛtā rathena tricakreṇa suvṛtā yātamarvāk | pinvataṁ gā jinvatamarvato no vardhayatamaśvinā vīramasme ||

Come to us with your chariot triple seated, three-wheeled, of triple form, that rolleth lightly. Fill full our cows, give mettle to our horses, and make each hero son grow strong, O Asvins.

प्रवद्यामना सुवृता रथेन दस्राविमं शृणुतं श्लोकमद्रेः। किमङ्ग वां प्रत्यवर्तिं गमिष्ठाहुर्विप्रासो अश्विना पुराजाः॥

pravadyāmanā suvṛtā rathena dasrāvimaṁ śṛṇutaṁ ślokamadreḥ | kimaṅga vāṁ pratyavartiṁ gamiṣṭhāhurviprāso aśvinā purājāḥ ||

With your well-rolling car, descending swiftly, hear this the press-stone's song, ye Wonder- Workers. How then have ancient sages said, O Asvins, that ye most swiftly come to stay affliction?

आ वां श्येनासो अश्विना वहन्तु रथे युक्तास आशवः पतंगाः। ये अप्तुरो दिव्यासो न गृध्रा अभि प्रयो नासत्या वहन्ति॥

ā vāṁ śyenāso aśvinā vahantu rathe yuktāsa āśavaḥ pataṁgāḥ | ye apturo divyāso na gṛdhrā abhi prayo nāsatyā vahanti ||

O Asvins, let your falcons bear you hither, yoked to your chariot, swift, with flying pinions, Which, ever active, like the airy eagles, carry you, O Nasatyas, to the banquet.

आ वां रथं युवतिस्तिष्ठदत्र जुष्ट्वी नरा दुहिता सूर्यस्य। परि वामश्वा वपुषः पतंगा वयो वहन्त्वरुषा अभीके॥

ā vāṁ rathaṁ yuvatistiṣṭhadatra juṣṭvī narā duhitā sūryasya | pari vāmaśvā vapuṣaḥ pataṁgā vayo vahantvaruṣā abhīke ||

The youthful Daughter of the Sun, delighting in you, ascended there your chariot, Heroes. Borne on their swift wings let your beauteous horses, your birds of ruddy hue, convey you near us.

उद्वन्दनमैरतं दंसनाभिरुद्रेभं दस्रा वृषणा शचीभिः। निष्टौग्र्यं पारयथः समुद्रात्पुनश्च्यवानं चक्रथुर्युवानम्॥

udvandanamairataṁ daṁsanābhirudrebhaṁ dasrā vṛṣaṇā śacībhiḥ | niṣṭaugryaṁ pārayathaḥ samudrātpunaścyavānaṁ cakrathuryuvānam ||

Ye raised up Vandana, strong WonderWorkers! with great might, and with power ye rescued Rebha. From out the sea ye saved the son of Tugra, and gave his youth again unto Cyavana.

युवमत्रयेऽवनीताय तप्तमूर्जमोमानमश्विनावधत्तम्। युवं कण्वायापिरिप्ताय चक्षुः प्रत्यधत्तं सुष्टुतिं जुजुषाणा॥

yuvamatraye'vanītāya taptamūrjamomānamaśvināvadhattam | yuvaṁ kaṇvāyāpiriptāya cakṣuḥ pratyadhattaṁ suṣṭutiṁ jujuṣāṇā ||

To Atri, cast down to the fire that scorched him, ye gave, O Asvins, strengthening tbod and favour. Accepting his fair praises with approval, ye gave his eyes again to blinded Kanva.

युवं धेनुं शयवे नाधितायापिन्वतमश्विना पूर्व्याय। अमुञ्चतं वर्तिकामंहसो निः प्रति जङ्घां विश्पलाया अधत्तम्॥

yuvaṁ dhenuṁ śayave nādhitāyāpinvatamaśvinā pūrvyāya | amuñcataṁ vartikāmaṁhaso niḥ prati jaṅghāṁ viśpalāyā adhattam ||

For ancient Sayti in his sore affliction ye caused his cow to swell with milk, O Asvins. The quail from her great misery ye delivered, and a new leg for Vispala provided.

युवं श्वेतं पेदव इन्द्रजूतमहिहनमश्विनादत्तमश्वम्। जोहूत्रमर्यो अभिभूतिमुग्रं सहस्रसां वृषणं वीड्वङ्गम्॥

yuvaṁ śvetaṁ pedava indrajūtamahihanamaśvinādattamaśvam | johūtramaryo abhibhūtimugraṁ sahasrasāṁ vṛṣaṇaṁ vīḍvaṅgam ||

A white horse, Asvins, ye bestowed on Pedu, a serpent-slaying steed sent down by Indra, Loud-neighing, conquering the foe, highmettled, firm-limbed and vigorous, winning thousand treasures.

ता वां नरा स्ववसे सुजाता हवामहे अश्विना नाधमानाः। आ न उप वसुमता रथेन गिरो जुषाणा सुविताय यातम्॥

tā vāṁ narā svavase sujātā havāmahe aśvinā nādhamānāḥ | ā na upa vasumatā rathena giro juṣāṇā suvitāya yātam ||

Such as ye are, O nobly horn, O Heroes, we in our trouble call on you for succour. Accepting these our songs, for our wellbeing come to us on your chariot treasure-laden.

आ श्येनस्य जवसा नूतनेनास्मे यातं नासत्या सजोषाः। हवे हि वामश्विना रातहव्यः शश्वत्तमाया उषसो व्युष्टौ॥

ā śyenasya javasā nūtanenāsme yātaṁ nāsatyā sajoṣāḥ | have hi vāmaśvinā rātahavyaḥ śaśvattamāyā uṣaso vyuṣṭau ||

Come unto us combined in love, Nasatyas come with the fresh swift vigour of the falcon. Bearing oblations I invoke you, Asvins, at the first break of everlasting morning.