WE have seen her first light arriving: her many glories part, high apart. On a splendid chariot, bright, journeying here, O Uṣas, bring the wealth that makes us happy.
The well-fed fire sings loudly to greet her, and with their songs the priests call her welcome. Uṣas approaches in her splendor, driving all evil darkness far away, the Goddess.
Eastward are those lights of Morning, sending out light, as they rise, around them. She has brought forth Sun, sacrifice, and Fire, and far away has fled hated darkness.
Rich Daughter of the Sky, we all behold her, indeed, all men see Dawn as she breaks. Flies the chariot that self-harnessed she mounts, the chariot drawn by her well-yoked horses.
Inspired with loving thoughts to greet you today, we and our wealthy nobles have awoken. Show yourselves fruitful, Dawns, as you rise. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.