Her Plea

So she turned to the Aśvins, whom the hymns also call the Nāsatyas, and made hymns for them. You are the fortune even of a woman growing old at home, she sang, the helpers even of the slow and of the one who lags behind. Men call you, Nāsatyas, the healers of the blind, of the thin, and of the one with broken bones.

I have called you, Aśvins; hear me. Help me as parents help a son. I have no friend and no kin, no knowledge and no understanding.

In her second hymn she tells of herself: Ghoṣā, the king's daughter, came circling round you, Aśvins, and spoke: I ask you, heroes, be with me by day, be with me by night.

And she sang of a wedding, of the young man who comes to the young woman, and of the fathers who arranged the match: The young woman has been born; the young man goes to her. The rivers flow to him as down a slope; this very day he becomes her husband. The wives are a lovely thing for the fathers who brought this about, and a joy for their husbands to embrace.