These Dawns have raised their banner; in the eastern sky they spread their shining light. Like warriors preparing their weapons for battle, they come bright red in hue, the Mother Cows.
Easily have the purple beams of light risen; the Red Cows have they harnessed, easy to yoke. The Dawns have brought distinct clarity: red-hued, they have attained their brilliant radiance.
They sing their song like women engaged in their tasks, along their common path from afar. Bringing refreshment to the generous devotee, they offer all things to the worshipper who pours the juice.
Like a dancer, she dons her embroidered garments: as a cow yields her udder, she bare her breast. Creating light for all of life’s world, the Dawn opens the darkness as the cows their stalls.
We have seen the brightness of her shining; it spreads and drives away the dark monster. Like decorations at sacrifices, Heaven’s Daughter has attained her wondrous splendor.
We have passed beyond the limits of this darkness; Dawn breaking forth again brings clear perception. She smiles brightly in light for glory, and fair-faced she wakes us to joy.
The Gotamas praised Heaven’s radiant Daughter, the leader of charming voices. Dawn, you confer strength with offspring and men, conspicuous with her kine and horses.
O you who shine in wondrous glory, urged on by your strength, auspicious Lady, Dawn, may I gain that wealth, renowned and ample, in brave sons, troops of slaves, far-famed for horses.
Bending her looks on all the world, the Goddess shines, widely spreading with her bright eye westward. Awakening motion in every living creature, she understands the voice of each adorer.
Ancient of days, again born anew, decking her beauty with the same attire. The Goddess wastes away the lives of mortals, like a skilled hunter cutting birds in pieces.
She has appeared discovering heaven’s borders: to the far distance she drives off her sister. Diminishing the days of human creatures, the Lady shines with all her lover’s splendor.
The bright, the blessed One shines forth, extending her rays like kine, as a flood rolls its waters. Never transgressing divine commands, she is beheld visible with the sunbeams.
O Dawn enriched with ample wealth, bestow on us the