In the quiet hush before the world stirs, the radiant daughter of heaven appears. Adorned with light, she advances at the forefront, following the path of truth with unwavering knowledge, never straying from her course. She emerges anew each day, like the gentle breast of a pure woman, displaying her beloved forms with the grace of a skilled wife. With her arrival, she awakens sleepers, returning again and again, the most constant of those who come back. In the first half of her shining realm, this mother of cows marks the sign of abundance. She spreads wide, bestowing gifts, filling the lap of both her parents with bounty. All behold her generosity; she does not turn away from the newborn nor from the spouse. Unblemished and adorned, she shines forth, embracing both the child and the great with equal warmth. She approaches like a cloud toward those who seek, like a well-dug channel for the seeker of wealth, like a wife adorned and eager for her husband. Dawn, bright as a herd, releases the waters, bringing refreshment to the earth. She appears as a younger sister returning to the home of her elder, radiant with the sun’s rays, adorned like troops of women gathering together. Among these dawns, the later follows the earlier, each rising in succession. May these ever-new dawns, like those of old, rise for us now, bringing wealth and a good day. “Awaken us, O Dawn, with your bounty,” the people pray. “Let the unawakened be awakened; rise with riches for the generous, granting reward to our hymns and true words.” This young maiden, rich in horses, yokes the red cattle at the front of the herd. As she rises, her banner is unfurled, and Agni stands at every home, ready to receive offerings. Even the birds have flown from their nests, and men gather with their fathers at dawn to share in the offering. Divine Dawn brings wealth to the worshipper, to the mortal who dwells at home. With hymns and songs, the people praise her, wishing the Dawns to be increased. With their favor, may they attain a thousandfold and hundredfold rewards. In the morning, the wise one brings forth treasure, receives it, and sets it down, increasing his offspring and lifespan, prospering with wealth and heroic strength. Indra bestows upon him a good dwelling, gold, fine horses, and great abundance—he who brings the morning gift, releasing treasure as a winner frees his foot from a snare. Today, bringing the morning gift, the worshipper approaches with a chariot full of wealth, like a son to his father. Let him drink the pressed Soma juice, and with true words, increase the strength of the hero. Rivers flow together, bringing joy; cows come to the sacrificer and worshipper. Streams of ghee, renowned, pour from every side. He who gives stands established on the summit of the sky; he who fills goes among the gods. For him, waters bring ghee, rivers flow, and offerings are always abundant. Splendid things belong to the giver; suns shine in the sky for those who give. Givers partake of immortality and extend their lifespan. May those who give not encounter misfortune, nor their sons be harmed. Let boundaries be set for others, but may sorrows come upon the one who does not give. With thought, the poet brings forth abundant praises for the lord of the Sindhu, the dweller in riches, the generous king who measured out a thousand for him, desiring fame. A hundred golden necklets, a hundred harnessed horses, a hundred cows of Kakṣīvant, whose fame spreads in heaven, undecaying, are bestowed. To the poet, ten chariots with brides come from Śyāva, followed by sixty thousand cattle, and the wealth of Kakṣīvant arrives in abundance at day's end. Forty red horses lead the thousand, swift steeds pouring out the intoxicating drink, surpassing all others. Following earlier gifts, the poet receives garments, yoked eight times, and cows. Close friends, like clansmen, the charioteers without wagons, have attained fame. The adorned Yaduri, encircled like a girdle on the thigh of a Kashi woman, gives hundreds of enjoyable things, swift and plentiful. The poet invites others to examine him thoroughly, not to think little of his smallness; he is entirely hairy, like a ewe among the Gandharis. Agni, the generous and wealthy son of strength, is regarded as the Hotar, the knower of all births, pure in his rites, with divine compassion. He follows the shining flow of ghee with his flame, offering clarified butter. Agni, most fit for sacrifice, greatest of the Angirases, is invoked with hymns and pure thoughts, like a guardian of the sky, the Hotar of the peoples, with flaming hair, supported by clans for help. Shining with much strength and radiance, Agni becomes the destroyer of foes, like an axe, overcoming whatever is firm, leading forth, unconquered in battle. Even strongholds yield to him; he knows the paths, pierces many, and cuts through the firmest foods with his strength. His brightness is more clearly seen by night than by day. To him, like a son, shelter is sought—both for the devoted and the undevoted, the undying Agnis granting protection. Stormy as the Maruts, Agni roars mightily, swift in fertile fields and barren lands, taking up offerings, the sign of sacrifice, worthy of worship. All men gladly follow his path, as on a splendid road. When the Bhrigus praised him with devotion and churned him, Agni became the lord of riches, pure, the foundation of wealth. Let the wise one keep the beloved treasures. Agni is invoked as the lord of all peoples, the common master, the companion of all, the guest of men, like a father, whose seat is never left. All immortals and birds carry offerings to the gods. Agni is most powerful, vigorous, born for divine service, wealth for divine service. His exhilaration and will are most splendid; ever-calling, the undying ones move around him. Praise is offered to Agni, the herdsman, the mighty and powerful, present in all dwellings, at the forefront, like a roaring bull among seers, the Hotar, strong among the seers. Agni is asked to bring the nearest vision, together with the gods, with good counsel and great wealth. May he grant abundance and heroic strength to the praisers. Agni is born in the abode of men, the most fit Hotar, following the law of the Usij. Heard by all, a friend, renowned wealth like fame, he sits blameless in the place of offering. Sent on the path of truth with reverence and offering, he brings nourishment like a helper, never growing old. Mātariśvan brought him to Manu from afar, the god’s light from afar. Agni goes around the earthly realm, again and again, the bull roaring, depositing his seed. With a hundred eyes, swift in the forests, he places his seat on the heights and summits. Wise in counsel, Agni is the house-priest, perceiving sacrifice and ritual by his will, observing all beings. Rich in ghee, the guest was born—the fire, the wise one, was born. Thus, the dawns and Agni, the generous kings and givers, the rivers and cows, all unite in a sacred cycle of awakening, offering, and abundance, blessing the world with light, wealth, and protection.