At the sacred invocation, the Nahushas—noble kings—draw near, eager and attentive to the call of the divine Lord. Their hearts are delighted as the charioteer, radiant with greatness, brings forth bountiful gifts for praise. In their assembly, the Nahushas speak of the Lord’s domain, the gathering where glories and treasures abound. In this place, all strive to summon strength for the contests of life, seeking to excel and be blessed. Within the domain of the Nahusha, there is joy. Groups of ten, twice five, move forth in search of sustenance, their desires set upon swift horses and radiant beams. The eager lords drive men forward, urging them on the path of fulfillment. Among them shines Arṇa, adorned with golden ears and a jeweled neck, whose presence is invoked for safe passage. The gods are called upon to grant this favor, as noble songs arrive swiftly, and the rays of light shine for all. The chariot, drawn by four swift steeds, carries the victorious king, who possesses threefold powers. Mitra and Varuṇa’s chariot, strong and well-watered, is led by the Sun, whose brilliance guides the way and whose yoke is unbreakable. Then, as the dawn approaches, the broad southern chariot is yoked. The immortal gods stand upon it, and Arya rises from the darkness, leaving it behind in her quest to illuminate the world for human habitation. She awakens before all creation, victorious and generous, bringing the prize of a new day. Like a radiant maiden, she reappears, first among all invocations, heralding the arrival of Dawn. O divine Dawn, noble-born, as you distribute today’s gifts among mortals, may the wise Savitar declare us sinless before the Sun. Each day, Dawn visits every household, bearing her name, ever shining and eager to bestow treasures at every threshold. Dawn, sister of Bhaga and kin to Varuṇa, delights first in sweet praise. May the one who assigns misfortune be left behind, as we overcome him with the right-hand chariot, guided by righteousness. Let sweet speech and generosity arise as the sacred fires are kindled. The treasures, once hidden by darkness, are now revealed by the Dawns as they shine forth. One Dawn departs as another arrives; these two, different in form, travel together. One, with her chariot, dispels the night’s darkness, while the other, radiant Dawn, shines anew. Each day and the next, they follow the unbroken order of Varuṇa, traversing their courses flawlessly, swiftly covering vast distances. Dawn knows the name of the first day, emerging bright from the darkness, ever true to her path, never faltering. Like an adorned maiden, she approaches the gods to be seen, making the paths visible for all. Radiant as a bride, she spreads her light widely, wishing that no other Dawns vanish before her. Rich in horses and cattle, bestowing all blessings, the Dawns strive in harmony with the Sun’s rays. They come and go, ever bearing the name of the auspicious. Following the path of truth, Dawn grants us noble resolve and shines forth her grace, bestowing wealth among the generous. As Dawn rises, she kindles the sacred fires, and the Sun ascends, spreading his light across the earth. The god Savitar sets forth the welfare of all creatures, two-legged and four-legged alike. Dawn never transgresses the divine laws, nor does she break the order of men. Among all who come and go, she shines as the foremost, bearing the likeness of the eternal. This daughter of heaven appears radiant, adorned with light, leading the way and never missing her course. Manifesting her beloved forms like a skilled wife, she awakens sleepers, returning again and again, the most constant of all. In the first half of the shining realm, she signals abundance and fills the laps of her parents with her gifts. Dawn, most bountiful, is seen by all; she neither rejects the newborn nor the spouse. Unblemished and adorned, she welcomes both the small and the great. She approaches like a cloud bringing rain, like a well-dug channel offering water, like a loving wife eager to meet her husband, and like a bright herd releasing the waters. She appears as a younger sister returning to her elder’s dwelling, shining with the Sun’s rays, adorned among the gathering of women. Of all Dawns, the later follows the earlier, and may these ever-new Dawns rise for us now as they did for the ancients, bringing wealth and auspicious days. Awaken us, O Dawn, with your bounty; let all who sleep arise. Bestow riches upon the generous, reward the hymn and the true word. This young maiden, rich in horses, yokes the red cattle at the front, her banner unfurled as Agni stands at every home. The birds rise from their nests, and men join their fathers in the morning offering. Divine Dawn, you bring wealth to the worshipper and the householder alike. With hymns and songs, you are praised, O Dawns. May your favor increase, and may we, by your grace, attain countless blessings. In the morning, the wise one brings forth treasures, receiving and sharing them. With these gifts, he increases his offspring and longevity, prospering in wealth and heroic strength. Indra grants him a fine dwelling, gold, swift horses, and abundance, rewarding those who offer the morning gift and release their treasures freely. Today, the generous one approaches with a chariot full of wealth, like a devoted son to his father. He drinks the Soma and, with true words, strengthens the hero’s might. Rivers flow together in joy, cows come to the worshipper, and streams of ghee pour from every side, rewarding those who sacrifice. The giver stands high in the sky, mingling with the gods. For him, the waters bring ghee, rivers flow, and offerings are ever abundant. These splendid things belong to the generous; for them, the suns shine, and they partake of immortality, their lifespans extended. May those who give never face misfortune, nor harm come to their sons. Let boundaries be set for others, but let sorrow fall only upon the one who withholds. With my thoughts, I offer abundant praise to the lord of the Sindhu, the wealthy king who generously granted a thousand treasures, seeking fame. A hundred golden necklets, a hundred horses, and a hundred cows of Kakṣīvant the lord—all these are given by the ungrudging king, whose fame is everlasting in heaven. Thus, the story unfolds: of noble kings, radiant Dawns, generous givers, and the eternal cycles of light and bounty, all moving in harmony with the divine order, bestowing blessings upon those who honor, praise, and give.