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2 May your pure steeds, rain−drinkers, bring you hither, swift as the tempest, your celestial coursers, 3 Your car is like a torrent rushing downward: may it come nigh, broad−seated, for our welfare,− 4 Here sprung to life, they both have sung together, with bodies free from stain, with signs that mark them 5 May your car−seat, down−gliding, golden−coloured, according to your wish approach our dwellings. 6 Forth comes your strong Bull like a cloud of autumn, sending abundant food of liquid sweetness. 7 Your constant song hath been sent forth, Disposers! that flows threefold in mighty strength, O Asvins. 8 This song of bright contents for you is swelling in the men's hall where three−fold grass is.ready. 9 The prudent worshipper, like Pusan, Asvins! praises you as he praises Dawn and Agni,