Sukta 71

अप स्वसुरुषसो नग्जिहीते रिणक्ति कृष्णीररुषाय पन्थाम्। अश्वामघा गोमघा वां हुवेम दिवा नक्तं शरुमस्मद्युयोतम्॥

apa svasuruṣaso nagjihīte riṇakti kṛṣṇīraruṣāya panthām | aśvāmaghā gomaghā vāṁ huvema divā naktaṁ śarumasmadyuyotam ||

THE Night retireth from the Dawn her Sister; the Dark one yieldeth to the Red her pathway. Let us invoke you rich in steeds and cattle - by day and night keep far from us the arrow.

उपायातं दाशुषे मर्त्याय रथेन वाममश्विना वहन्ता। युयुतमस्मदनिराममीवां दिवा नक्तं माध्वी त्रासीथां नः॥

upāyātaṁ dāśuṣe martyāya rathena vāmamaśvinā vahantā | yuyutamasmadanirāmamīvāṁ divā naktaṁ mādhvī trāsīthāṁ naḥ ||

Bearing rich treasure in your car, O Asvins, come to the mortal who presents oblation. Keep at a distance penury and sickness; Lovers of Sweetness, day and night preserve us.

आ वां रथमवमस्यां व्युष्टौ सुम्नायवो वृषणो वर्तयन्तु। स्यूमगभस्तिमृतयुग्भिरश्वैराश्विना वसुमन्तं वहेथाम्॥

ā vāṁ rathamavamasyāṁ vyuṣṭau sumnāyavo vṛṣaṇo vartayantu | syūmagabhastimṛtayugbhiraśvairāśvinā vasumantaṁ vahethām ||

May your strong horses, seeking bliss, bring hither your chariot at the earliest flush of morning. With coursers yoked by Law drive hither, Asvins, your car whose reins are light, laden with treasure.

यो वां रथो नृपती अस्ति वोळ्हा त्रिवन्धुरो वसुमाँ उस्रयामा। आ न एना नासत्योप यातमभि यद्वां विश्वप्स्न्यो जिगाति॥

yo vāṁ ratho nṛpatī asti voḻhā trivandhuro vasumā usrayāmā | ā na enā nāsatyopa yātamabhi yadvāṁ viśvapsnyo jigāti ||

The chariot, Princes, that conveys you, moving at daylight, triple-seated, fraught with riches, Even with this come unto us, Nasatyas, that laden with all food it may approach us.

युवं च्यवानं जरसोऽमुमुक्तं नि पेदव ऊहथुराशुमश्वम्। निरंहसस्तमसः स्पर्तमत्रिं नि जाहुषं शिथिरे धातमन्तः॥

yuvaṁ cyavānaṁ jaraso'mumuktaṁ ni pedava ūhathurāśumaśvam | niraṁhasastamasaḥ spartamatriṁ ni jāhuṣaṁ śithire dhātamantaḥ ||

Ye freed Cyavana from old age and weakness: ye brought the courser fleet of food to Pedu. Ye rescued Atri from distress and darkness, and loosed for Jahusa the bonds that bound him.

इयं मनीषा इयमश्विना गीरिमां सुवृक्तिं वृषणा जुषेथाम्। इमा ब्रह्माणि युवयून्यग्मन्यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

iyaṁ manīṣā iyamaśvinā gīrimāṁ suvṛktiṁ vṛṣaṇā juṣethām | imā brahmāṇi yuvayūnyagmanyūyaṁ pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ ||

This is the thought, this is the song, O Asvins: accept this hymn of ours, ye Steers, With favour. May these our prayers addressed to you come nigh you. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.