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2 Who, from of old, in carnage, when the people gathered, hath preserved 3 And let men say, Agni is born, e'en he who slayeth Vrtra, he 4 Him in whose house an envoy thou lovest to taste his offered gifts, 5 Him, Angiras, thou Son of Strength, all men call happy in his God, 6 Hitherward shalt thou bring these Gods to our laudation and to taste. 7 When, Agni, on thine embassage thou goest not a sound is heard of steed or straining of thy car. 8 Aided by thee uninjured, strong, one after other, goes he forth: 9 And splendid strength, heroic, high, Agni, thou grantest from the Gods,

2 Where are they now? Where are the Twain, the famed Nasatyas, Gods in heaven? 3 Whom do ye visit, whom approach? to whom direct your harnessed car? 4 Ye, Strengtheners, for Paura stir the filler swimming in the flood, 5 Ye from cyavana worn with age removed his skin as 'twere a robe. 6 Here is the man who lauds you both: to see your glory are we here. 7 Who among many mortal men this day hath won you to himself? 8 O Asvins, may your car approach, most excellent of cars for speed. 9 May our laudation of you Twain, lovers of meath! be sweet to you. 10 O Asvins, when at any time ye listen to this call of mine,

2 Soma and Rudra, chase to every quarter the sickness that hath visited our dwelling. 3 Provide, O Soma−Rudra, for our bodies all needful medicines to heal and cure us. 4 Armed with keen shafts and weapons, kind and loving, be gracious unto us, Soma and Rudra.

2 This laud of mine, ye Asvins Twain, and this mine invitation hear, 3 Here Krsna is invoking you, O Asvins, Lords of ample wealth. 4 List, Heroes, to the singer's call, the call of Krsna lauding you, 5 Chiefs, to the sage who sings your praise grant an inviolable home, 6 Come to the worshipper's abode, Asvins, who here is lauding you, 7 Yoke to the firmly jointed car the ass which draws you, Lords of wealth. 8 Come hither, Asvins, on your car of triple form with triple seat, 9 O Asvins, O Nasatyas, now accept with favouring grace my songs,

2 A far−extended pillar that supports the sky the Soma−stalk, filled full, moves itself every way. 3 Wide space hath he who follows Aditi's right path, and mighty, well−made food, meath blent with Som 4 Butter and milk are drawn from animated cloud; thence Amrta is produced, centre of sacrifice. 5 The Soma−stalk hath roared, following with the wave: he swells with sap for man the skin which Gods 6 In the third region which distils a thousand streams, may the Exhaustless Ones descend with procreant 7 Soma assumes white colour when he strives to gain: the bounteous Asura knows full many a precious b 8 Yea, to the shining milk−anointed beaker, as to his goal, hath stepped the conquering Courser. 9 Soma, thy juice when thou art blended with the streams, flows, Pavamana, through the long wool of the