Hymn III. Asvins

 YE Asvins, rich in treasure, Lords of splendour, having nimble hands,
Accept the sacrificial food.
 Ye Asvins, rich in wondrous deeds, ye heroes worthy of our praise,
Accept our songs with mighty thought.
 Nasatyas, wonder-workers, yours are these libations with clipt grass:
Come ye whose paths are red with flame.
 O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee,
Thus by fine fingers purified.
 Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the prayers,
Of the libation-pouring priest.
 Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the prayers.
In our libation take delight.
 Ye Visvedevas, who protect, reward, and cherish men, approach
Your worshipper's drink-offering.
 Ye Visvedevas, swift at work, come hither quickly to the draught,
As milch-kine hasten to their stalls.
 The Visvedevas, changing shape like serpents, fearless, void of guile,
Bearers, accept the sacred draught
 Wealthy in spoil, enriched with hymns, may bright Sarsavati desire,
With eager love, our sacrifice.
 Inciter of all pleasant songs, inspirer o all gracious thought,
Sarasvati accept our rite
 Sarasvati, the mighty flood,--she with be light illuminates,
She brightens every pious thought.