For power, fame, greatness, gain, wealth, and purpose, all turn to the radiant Dawn, for she reveals the varied paths of life to every being. As she awakens, the world stirs from slumber; all creatures come alive beneath her gentle touch. This daughter of heaven appears each day, shining forth in youthful brilliance, clad in bright garments. She is the ruler of all earthly riches, and today, as always, she is urged to shine forth, bringing fortune to those who behold her. Dawn follows the ancient paths traced by those who have gone before. She is the foremost among the eternal ones, the first to arrive, awakening the living and, in her coming, rousing even those as if from death. When Dawn kindles the sacred fire for offerings and opens the eye of the sun, she awakens men from their sleep, bestowing good fortune among the gods themselves. Countless times has she appeared; countless times has she shone forth, and countless times will she dawn again. Eager to shine, she follows the footsteps of her predecessors, radiant and harmonious among the dawns. Those mortals who witnessed earlier dawns have departed, and now we gaze upon Ushas as she arrives. Let us cherish her presence, knowing that those who see her in days to come will likewise pass on. Dispelling hatred and upholding truth, Dawn shines with righteousness, bringing pleasantness, fair speech, and auspiciousness. O goddess, best among dawns, shine forth for us here. Ever generous, the goddess has awakened days before, and today she spreads her light anew. As she dawns, she follows the days yet to come; ageless and immortal, she moves by her own laws. With her rays, she uncovers darkness from the sky, driving away the blackness. Ushas arrives with her reddish horses, awakening the world as she rides her well-yoked chariot. She brings riches and desirable things, making a brilliant sign for the wise. Ushas is the model of all dawns past, and among the shining ones, she is the first to appear. Rise up! The living one has come; the sun ascends, darkness departs, and light advances. The path is made clear for the sun to travel, and we have come to the place where life is renewed. The inspired singer raises his voice in praise, exulting at the shining dawns. Today, O generous one, shine forth for those who praise you; grant us long life and many offspring. Those Dawns, rich in cattle and full of heroes, shine for the worshipping mortal. Their blessings are abundant, like the gifts of the wind; may they grant us horses and the enjoyment of Soma. Mother of the gods, face of Aditi, sign of sacrifice, great one—shine forth! Creator of praise for the priest, dawn for us; grant offspring to our people, O all-encompassing one. Whatever splendid gifts you bring, O Dawns, for those who know and those who long, may Mitra, Varuna, Aditi, the river, the earth, and the sky not withhold them from us. Turning from Dawn, prayers are now offered to Rudra, the mighty, with braided hair, who brings prosperity to his people. May he bring peace to all—two-footed and four-footed—in this community, keeping all nourished and free from harm. Be gracious to us, O Rudra, and make us happy. To the bringer of prosperity, we offer reverent worship. Whatever favor Manu, our father, sought and obtained, may we enjoy that through your guidance, O Rudra. May we win your goodwill through our worship, O Rudra, giver of prosperity and most gracious. Bring us happiness and keep our households safe; we offer you this oblation for protection. We call upon Rudra—fierce, wise, and helpful in sacrifice—for aid. May divine wrath be far from us; we choose his favor and kindness. With reverence, we call upon the boar of the sky, the red one with braided hair, fierce in form. Holding healing remedies in his hand, may he grant us shelter, armor, and protection. This word is spoken to the father of the Maruts, sweet and sweeter still, a growth for Rudra. Grant us, immortal, mortal food; be gracious to us, for ourselves, our children, and descendants. Do not harm our great one nor our little one, our growing one nor our grown one. Do not slay our father or our mother; Rudra, do not injure our beloved bodies. Do not injure our offspring, our children, our life; do not harm us among cattle or horses. Rudra, do not slay our heroes, renowned one; we who offer oblations continually call upon you. Like a herdsman, I bring you praises; grant us, father of the Maruts, your favor. Your benevolent thought is truly auspicious and merciful; thus we choose you alone. Let your favor be far from the slayer of cattle and the slayer of men, O lord of heroes; let your kindness be with us. Be gracious and speak for us, O god; grant us your protection, mighty one. We have spoken reverence to him, our helper; let Rudra, accompanied by the Maruts, hear our call. May Mitra, Varuna, not harm us, nor Aditi, the river, the earth, nor the sky. Now, the brilliant visage of the gods rises—the eye of Mitra, Varuna, and Agni. It fills the heavens, earth, and atmosphere; the sun is the soul of all that moves and stands. The sun, shining, approaches the goddess Dawn, as a young man approaches a woman from behind. There, men worship the gods, extending the yokes for goodness. The sun’s horses are auspicious, tawny, and splendid, easy to guide. Bowing, they ascend the sky’s back, swiftly traversing heaven and earth. Such is the divinity and greatness of the sun, stretched in the midst of the maker’s work. When its tawny horses are yoked from their seat, night spreads its garment for him. On the lap of the sky, the sun makes the form of Mitra and Varuna visible. One strength is endless and shining, another dark; the tawny horses carry both. Today, O gods, at the sun’s rising, protect us from sin and fault. May Mitra, Varuna, not harm us, nor Aditi, the river, the earth, nor the sky. Now, praises are spread to the two Asvins, like a seat, as the wind spreads clouds. They brought the wife for the child, for joy, with their chariot, as comrades in battle. With swift-footed, golden horses, or with the gods’ helpers, ever victorious, the ass of the Asvins won a thousand in Yama’s contest. Tugra called upon the Asvins to rescue Bhujyu in distress, as none else could. They carried him with their own ships, crossing the atmosphere in waterless vessels. Three nights, three times, with flying steeds, the Asvins carried Bhujyu, like birds, across the ocean’s expanse, to the far shore, with three chariots, a hundred wheels, and six horses. In a place without support or foundation, at the ocean’s edge, the Asvins showed their strength. When they carried Bhujyu to safety, he boarded a ship with a hundred oars. The Asvins gave a white horse to Yama, the one with many horses, for lasting welfare. That gift is great and praiseworthy; the noble one, always to be invoked, is a winner of prizes. For Pajriya and Kakṣīvat, the two heroes broke open the treasure; they made a hundred jars of strong drink flow from the hoof of the mighty horse. With cold, they protected the fire, bestowing nourishing strength; for the helpless Atri, the Asvins brought up the entire company to safety. Thus, the hymns weave together the dawn’s awakening, Rudra’s protection, the sun’s brilliance, and the Asvins’ wondrous deeds, honoring the divine powers that sustain and bless the world.