Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1What force, Nāsatyas, ye exert, whatever, Gods, ye tend and
This your own Vatsa gains not by his hymns alone: ye visit him
who offers gifts.
2Now hath the Rishi splendidly thought out the Asvins' hymn
Let the Atharvan pour the warm oblation forth, and Soma very
rich in sweets.
3Ye Asvins, now ascend your car that lightly rolls upon its way.
May these my praises make you speed hitherward like a cloud of
4When, O Nāsatyas, we this day make you speed hither N ith our
Or, Asvins, with our songs of praise, remember Kānva specially.
5As erst Kakshivān and the Rishi Vyasva, as erst Dirghatamas
invoked your presence,
Or, in the sacrificial chambers, Vainya Prithī, so be ye mindful
of us here, O Asvins.