Rig Veda Mandal - 1 (Part - 1) HYMN 119. Asvins1 HITHER, that I may live, I call unto the feast your wondrous car, thought-swift, borne on by rapid 2 Even as it moveth near my hymn is lifted up, and all the regions come together to sing praise. 3 When striving man with man for glory they have met, brisk, measurcIess, eager for victory in fight, 4 Ye came to Bhujyu while he struggled in the flood, with flying birds, self-yoked, ye bore him to his 5 Asvins, the car which you had yoked for glorious show your own two voices urged directed to its 6 Rebha ye saved from tyranny; for Atri's sake ye quenched with cold the fiery pit that compassed 7 Doers of marvels, skilful workers, ye restored Vandana, like a car, worn out with length of days. 8 Ye went to him who mourned in a far distant place, him who was left forlorn by treachery of his 9 To you in praise of sweetness sang the honey-bee: Ausija calleth you in Soma's rapturous joy. 10 A horse did ye provide for Pedu, excellent, white, O ye Asvins, conqueror of combatants,
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