“ May your pure steeds, rain-drinkers, bring you hither, swift as the tempest, your celestial coursers, Rapid as thought, with fair backs, full of vigour, resplendent in their native light, O Asvins. 3. Your car is like a torrent rushing downward: may it come nigh, broad-seated, for our welfare,-- Car holy, strong, that ever would be foremost, thought-swift, which ye, for whom we long, have mounted. ”

“ May your car-seat, down-gliding, golden-coloured, according to your wish approach our dwellings. Men shall feed full the bay steeds of the other, and, Asvins they with roars shall stir the regions. 6. Forth comes your strong Bull like a cloud of autumn, sending abundant food of liquid sweetness. Let them feed with the other's ways and vigour: the upper streams have come and do us service. ”