Sukta 68

आ शुभ्रा यातमश्विना स्वश्वा गिरो दस्रा जुजुषाणा युवाकोः। हव्यानि च प्रतिभृता वीतं नः॥

ā śubhrā yātamaśvinā svaśvā giro dasrā jujuṣāṇā yuvākoḥ | havyāni ca pratibhṛtā vītaṁ naḥ ||

COME, radiant Asvins, with your noble horses: accept your servant's hymns, ye Wonder-Workers: Enjoy oblations which we bring to greet you.

प्र वामन्धांसि मद्यान्यस्थुररं गन्तं हविषो वीतये मे। तिरो अर्यो हवनानि श्रुतं नः॥

pra vāmandhāṁsi madyānyasthuraraṁ gantaṁ haviṣo vītaye me | tiro aryo havanāni śrutaṁ naḥ ||

The gladdening juices stand prepared before you: come quickly and partake of mine oblation. Pass by the calling of our foe and bear us.

प्र वां रथो मनोजवा इयर्ति तिरो रजांस्यश्विना शतोतिः। अस्मभ्यं सूर्यावसू इयानः॥

pra vāṁ ratho manojavā iyarti tiro rajāṁsyaśvinā śatotiḥ | asmabhyaṁ sūryāvasū iyānaḥ ||

Your chariot with a hundred aids, O Asvins, beareth you swift as thought across the regions, Speeding to us, O ye whose wealth is Surya.

अयं ह यद्वां देवया उ अद्रिरूर्ध्वो विवक्ति सोमसुद्युवभ्याम्। आ वल्गू विप्रो ववृतीत हव्यैः॥

ayaṁ ha yadvāṁ devayā u adrirūrdhvo vivakti somasudyuvabhyām | ā valgū vipro vavṛtīta havyaiḥ ||

What time this stone of yours, the Gods' adorer, upraised, sounds forth for you as Soma-presser, Let the priest bring you, Fair Ones, through oblations.

चित्रं ह यद्वां भोजनं न्वस्ति न्यत्रये महिष्वन्तं युयोतम्। यो वामोमानं दधते प्रियः सन्॥

citraṁ ha yadvāṁ bhojanaṁ nvasti nyatraye mahiṣvantaṁ yuyotam | yo vāmomānaṁ dadhate priyaḥ san ||

The nourishment ye have is, truly, wondrous: ye gave thereof a quickening store to Atri, Who being dear to you, receives your favour.

उत त्यद्वां जुरते अश्विना भूच्च्यवानाय प्रतीत्यं हविर्दे। अधि यद्वर्प इतऊति धत्थः॥

uta tyadvāṁ jurate aśvinā bhūccyavānāya pratītyaṁ havirde | adhi yadvarpa itaūti dhatthaḥ ||

That gift, which all may gain, ye gave Cyavana, when he grew old, who offered you oblations, When ye bestowed on him enduring beauty.

उत त्यं भुज्युमश्विना सखायो मध्ये जहुर्दुरेवासः समुद्रे। निरीं पर्षदरावा यो युवाकुः॥

uta tyaṁ bhujyumaśvinā sakhāyo madhye jahurdurevāsaḥ samudre | nirīṁ parṣadarāvā yo yuvākuḥ ||

What time his wicked friends abandoned Bhujyu, O Asvins, in the middle of the ocean, Your horse delivered him, your faithful servant.

वृकाय चिज्जसमानाय शक्तमुत श्रुतं शयवे हूयमाना। यावघ्न्यामपिन्वतमपो न स्तर्यं चिच्छक्त्यश्विना शचीभिः॥

vṛkāya cijjasamānāya śaktamuta śrutaṁ śayave hūyamānā | yāvaghnyāmapinvatamapo na staryaṁ cicchaktyaśvinā śacībhiḥ ||

Ye lent your aid to Vrka when exhausted, and listened when invoked to Sayu's calling. Ye made the cow pour forth her milk like water, and, Asvins, strengthened with your strength the barren.

एष स्य कारुर्जरते सूक्तैरग्रे बुधान उषसां सुमन्मा। इषा तं वर्धदघ्न्या पयोभिर्यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

eṣa sya kārurjarate sūktairagre budhāna uṣasāṁ sumanmā | iṣā taṁ vardhadaghnyā payobhiryūyaṁ pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ ||

With his fair hymns this singer, too, extols you, waking with glad thoughts at the break of morning. May the cow nourish him with milk to feed llim. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.