1
From the sky’s bright realm, Uṣas, come in auspicious ways: Let red steeds carry you to the house that pours the Soma, juice.
2
Mount your fair-shaped chariot, O Uṣas, swift to move, With it, O Daughter of the Sky, help men of noble fame today.
3
Bright Uṣas, when your times return, all creatures stir, And winged birds from all the boundaries of heaven gather around.
4
You, as you are, the Kaṇvas, seeking wealth, call out to you With sacred songs, the radiant realm you light with your beams.