HYMN LXXVI. Aṣvins 1. AGNI, the bright face of the Dawns, is shining; the singers' pious voices have ascended. Borne on your chariot, Aṣvins, turn you hither and come unto our full and rich libation. 2. Most frequent guests, they scorn not what is ready: even now the lauded Aṣvins are beside us.
