The Rig Veda/Mandala 8/Hymn 8

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The Rig Veda
Mandala 8, Hymn 8
Translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith
1. WITH all the succours that are yours, O Asvins, hither come to us:
     Wonderful, borne on paths of gold, drink ye the meath with Soma juice.
2. Come now, ye Asvins, on your car decked with a sun-bright canopy,
     Bountiful, with your golden forms, Sages with depth of intellect.
3. Come hither from the Nahusas, come, drawn by pure hymns, from mid-air.
     O Asvins, drink the savoury juice shed in the Kanvas' sacrifice.
4. Come to us hither from the heavens, come from mid-air, well-loved by us:
     Here Kanva's son hath pressed for you the pleasant meath of Soma juice.
5. Come, Asvins, to give car to us, to drink the Soma, Asvins, come.
     Hail, Strengtheners of the praise-song speed onward, ye Heroes, with your thoughts.
6. As, Heroes, in the olden time the Rsis called you to their aid,
     So now, O Asvins, come to us, come near to this mine eulogy.
7. Even from the luminous sphere of heaven come to us, ye who find the light,
     Carers for Vatsa, through our prayers and lauds, O yewho hearour call.
8. Do others more than we adore the Asvins with their hymns of praise?
     The Rsi Vatsa, Kanva's son, hath magnified you with his songs.
9. The holy singer with his hymns hath called you, Asvins, hither-ward;
     Best Vrtra-slayers, free from stain, as such bring us felicity.
10. What time, ye Lords of ample wealth, the Lady mounted on your car,
     Then, O ye Asvins, ye attained all wishes that your hearts desired.
11. Come thence, O Asvins, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments:
     Vatsa the sage, the sage's son, hath sung a song of sweets to you.
12. Cheerers of many, rich in goods, discoverers of opulence,
     The Asvins, Riders through the sky, have welcomed this my song of praise.
13. O Asvins, grant us all rich gifts wherewith no man mav interfere.
     Make us observe the stated times: give us not over to reproach.
14. Whether, Nasatyas, ye be nigh, or whether ye be far away,
     Come thence, O Asvins, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments.
15. Vatsa the Rsi with his songs, Nasatyas, hath exalted you:
     Grant him rich food distilling oil, graced with a thousand ornaments.
16. Bestow on him, O Asvins, food that strengthens, and that drops with oil,
     On him who praises you for bliss, and, Lords of bounty, prays for wealth.
17. Come to us, ye who slay the foe, Lords of rich treasure, to this hymn.
     O Heroes, give us high renown and these good things of earth for help.
18. The Priyamedhas have invoked you with all succours that are yours,
     You, Asvins, Lords of solemn rites, with calls entreating you to come.
19. Come to us, Asvins, ye Who bring felicity, auspicious Ones,
     To Vatsa who with prayer and hymn, lovers of song, hath honoured you.
20. Aid us, O Heroes, for those hymns for which ye helped GoSarya erst,
     Gave Vasa, Dasavraja aid, and Kanva and Medhatithi:
21. And favoured Trasadasyu, ye Heroes, in spoil-deciding fray:
     For these, O Asvins, graciously assist us in acquiring strength.
22. O Asvins, may pure hymns of ours, and songs and praises, honour you:
     Best slayers everywhere of foes, as such we fondly yearn for you.
23. Three places of the Asvins, erst concealed, are made apparent now.
     Both Sages, with the flight of Law come hither unto those who live.