The singers sing hymns and praise the Goddess Dawn, who brings the sunlight, Sublime, by Law true to eternal Order, bright on her path, red-tinted, far-refulgent.
She comes before, fair, rousing up the people, making the paths easy to travel. High, on her lofty chariot, all-impelling, Dawn gives her radiance at the start of each day.
She, harnessing her chariot with purple oxen, harms no one, bringing perpetual wealth. Opening paths to happiness, the Goddess shines, praised by all, bestowing every blessing.
With changing colors, she shines in double brilliance as she shows her form from the east. She travels the path of Order perfectly, never failing to reach, as one who knows, the quarters.
As aware that her limbs are bathed in brightness, she stands, as if, erect so we can see her. Driving away evil and darkness, Dawn, Child of Heaven, has come to us with light.
The Daughter of the Sky, like a chaste woman, bends, opposite to men, her forehead downward. The Maiden, granting boons to those who worship, has brought back the daylight as it was.