Rigveda 1.180

1.180.1

यु॒वो रजां॑सि सु॒यमा॑सो॒ अश्वा॒ रथो॒ यद्वां॒ पर्यर्णां॑सि॒ दीय॑त् | हि॒र॒ण्यया॑ वां प॒वय॑: प्रुषाय॒न् मध्व॒: पिब॑न्ता उ॒षस॑: सचेथे ||

LIGHTLY your coursers travel through the regions when round the sea of air your car is flying. Your golden fellies scatter drops of moisture: drinking the sweetness ye attend the Mornings.

1.180.2

यु॒वमत्य॒स्याव॑ नक्षथो॒ यद् विप॑त्मनो॒ नर्य॑स्य॒ प्रय॑ज्योः | स्वसा॒ यद् वां विश्वगूर्ती॒ भरा॑ति॒ वाजा॒येट्टे॑ मधुपावि॒षे च॑ ||

Ye as ye travel overtake the Courser who flies apart, the Friend of man, most holy. The prayer is that the Sister may convey you, all praised, meath-drinkers! to support and strengthen.

1.180.3

यु॒वं पय॑ उ॒स्रिया॑यामधत्तं प॒क्वमा॒माया॒मव॒ पूर्व्यं॒ गोः | अ॒न्तर्यद् व॒निनो॑ वामृतप्सू ह्वा॒रो न शुचि॒र्यज॑ते ह॒विष्मा॑न् ||

Ye have deposited, matured within her, in the raw cow the first milk of the milch-cow, Which the bright offerer, shining like a serpent mid trees, presents to you whose form is perfect.

1.180.4

यु॒वं ह॑ घ॒र्मं मधु॑मन्त॒मत्र॑ये॒ ऽपो न क्षोदो॑ऽवृणीतमे॒षे | तद् वां॑ नरावश्विना॒ पश्व॑इष्टी॒ रथ्ये॑व च॒क्रा प्रति॑ यन्ति॒ मध्व॑: ||

Ye made the fierce heat to be full of sweetness for Atri at his wish, like streaming water. Fire-offering thence is yours, O Aśvins, Heroes: your car-wheels speed to us like springs of honey.

1.180.5

आ वां॑ दा॒नाय॑ ववृतीय दस्रा॒ गोरोहे॑ण तौ॒ग्र्यो न जिव्रि॑: | अ॒पः क्षो॒णी स॑चते॒ माहि॑ना वां जू॒र्णो वा॒मक्षु॒रंह॑सो यजत्रा ||

Like Tugra's ancient son may I, ye Mighty, bring you to give your gifts with milk-oblations. Your greatness compasseth Earth, Heaven, and Waters: decayed for you is sorrow's net, ye Holy.

1.180.6

नि यद् यु॒वेथे॑ नि॒युत॑: सुदानू॒ उप॑ स्व॒धाभि॑: सृजथ॒: पुरं॑धिम् | प्रेष॒द् वेष॒द् वातो॒ न सू॒रिरा म॒हे द॑दे सुव्र॒तो न वाज॑म् ||

When, Bounteous Ones, ye drive your yoked team downward, ye send, by your own natures, understanding. Swift as the wind let the prince please and feast you: he, like a pious man, gains strength for increase.

1.180.7

व॒यं चि॒द्धि वां॑ जरि॒तार॑: स॒त्या वि॑प॒न्याम॑हे॒ वि प॒णिर्हि॒तावा॑न् | अधा॑ चि॒द्धि ष्मा॑श्विनावनिन्द्या पा॒थो हि ष्मा॑ वृषणा॒वन्ति॑देवम् ||

For verily we truthful singers praise you the niggard trafficker is here excluded. Now, even now do ye O blameless Aśvins, ye Mighty, guard the man whose God is near him.

1.180.8

यु॒वां चि॒द्धि ष्मा॑श्विना॒वनु॒ द्यून् विरु॑द्रस्य प्र॒स्रव॑णस्य सा॒तौ | अ॒गस्त्यो॑ न॒रां नृषु॒ प्रश॑स्त॒: कारा॑धुनीव चितयत् स॒हस्रै॑: ||

You of a truth day after day, O Aśvins, that he might win the very plenteous torrent, Agastya, famous among mortal heroes, roused with a thousand lauds like sounds of music.

1.180.9

प्र यद् वहे॑थे महि॒ना रथ॑स्य॒ प्र स्य॑न्द्रा याथो॒ मनु॑षो॒ न होता॑ | ध॒त्तं सू॒रिभ्य॑ उ॒त वा॒ स्वश्व्यं॒ नास॑त्या रयि॒षाच॑: स्याम ||

When with the glory of your car ye travel, when we go speeding like the priest of mortals, And give good horses to sacrificers, may we, Nāsatyas! gain our share of riches.

1.180.10

तं वां॒ रथं॑ व॒यम॒द्या हु॑वेम॒ स्तोमै॑रश्विना सुवि॒ताय॒ नव्य॑म् | अरि॑ष्टनेमिं॒ परि॒ द्यामि॑या॒नं वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम् ||

With songs of praise we call to-day, O Aśvins, that your new chariot, for our own well-being, That circles heaven with never-injured fellies. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.