ā́ vāṃ narā manoyújo áśvāsaḥ pruṣitápsavaḥ |
váyo vahantu pītáye sahá sumnébhir aśvinā mā́dhvī máma śrutaṃ hávam ||
6 Hither, O Heroes, let your steeds, of dappled hue, yoked at the thought, Your flying steeds, O Aśvins, bring you hitherward, with bliss, to drink. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.