Shedding her light on human dwellings, this child of heaven has called us from our slumber; She who at night-time with her silver glow has shown herself even through the darkness.
With fiery horses they have divided all this; the Dawns shine on bright chariots in wonderful fashion. They, bringing near the grand ceremony’s start, drive far away the night’s surrounding shadows.
Dawns, bringing here, to the worshipper, glory and might and strength and sustenance and vigor, Wealthy, with imperial sway like heroes, favor your servant and this day enrich him.
Now there is treasure for the man who serves you, now for the hero, Dawns! who brings oblation; Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song. Even to one like me you brought before.
O Dawn who stands on the mountain ridges, Aṅgirases now praise thy stalls of cattle. With prayer and holy song they burst them open: the heroes’ call to the gods was fruitful.
Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven, on him, rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvāja. Give to the singer wealth with noble heroes, and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.