Book 20: Hymn 140: Continuation of the preceding hymn to the Asvins

1What force, Nāsatyas, ye exert, whatever, Gods, ye tend and heal, This your own Vatsa gains not by his hymns alone: ye visit him who offers gifts. 2Now hath the Rishi splendidly thought out the Asvins' hymn of praise. Let the Atharvan pour the warm oblation forth, and Soma very rich in sweets. 3Ye Asvins, now ascend your car that lightly rolls upon its way. May these my praises make you speed hitherward like a cloud of heaven. 4When, O Nāsatyas, we this day make you speed hither N ith our hymns, Or, Asvins, with our songs of praise, remember Kānva specially. 5As erst Kakshivān and the Rishi Vyasva, as erst Dirghatamas invoked your presence, Or, in the sacrificial chambers, Vainya Prithī, so be ye mindful of us here, O Asvins.