As the wind moves freely across the land, as the forest sways with life, and as the ocean surges in its vastness, so too is the prayer for the ten-month child: may he come forth together with the womb, carried on the currents of nature’s strength. The boy who has rested for ten months within his mother is called to emerge alive and unharmed, to join the living in health and vitality. With the arrival of the Dawn, the world is awakened anew. She is invoked to rouse us today as she has done countless times before, radiant and noble, famed for truth and generosity, bestowing horses and the gift of good speech. Guided well, she rises in her pure chariot, daughter of the sky, mighty and true, bringing blessings with her ascent. May this generous Dawn bring us prosperity today, rising in splendor, bestower of noble offspring and eloquence. Those sacred fires that praise her with hymns and offerings, Dawn, radiant and bountiful, dwell within the household, nurturing noble progeny and eloquence. Even if hosts may seek to conceal her for the sake of bounty, the generous ones have placed her gifts all around, freely given. Among these generous souls, Dawn, bring us glory rich in heroes; for those who grant us gifts without reluctance, bestow great renown and wide fame. Let them share with us the wealth of horses and cattle, and bring to us, O daughter of the sky, riches abounding in cattle and the brilliant rays of the sun, shining with dazzling beams. Dawn is entreated to shine forth without delay, to reveal her form and drive away the thief as the sun scorches with its rays. As much as she has given to the wise, she is worthy to bestow even more, for her brilliance is never diminished for those who praise her. Dawn, the shining goddess, upholds truth with truth, her rosy form appearing in the waters. The inspired ones praise her with their thoughts as she brings light. Manifest, she awakens the people, making paths easy and going ahead in her great chariot, bestowing strength and sending forth light at the beginning of days. Yoking her red cattle, she increases wealth and grants ways for prosperity, shining forth as the all-giving goddess praised by many. Visible with two plaits, she reveals her form before all, following the path of truth with certainty, never missing her directions. Bright and upright, she displays her body for our sight, as if bathed; she repels hatred and darkness, bringing light as the daughter of the sky. Facing us, she draws forth the waters like a beneficent woman, uncovering treasures for the worshipper and bringing back the light as before. Meanwhile, the inspired ones harness their minds and thoughts, offering great praise to the god Savitar, the knower of rites who alone establishes the offerings. The sage Savitar releases all forms and sends forth good fortune to all beings, two-footed and four-footed. He has revealed the sky and shines forth at the setting out of the Dawns. The gods themselves follow his course, for by his greatness he has measured the earthly regions and the spaces. Savitar journeys through the three luminous realms, united with the rays of the sun, encompassing night on both sides and becoming Mitra by his laws. He is the lord of impulse and becomes Pūṣan by his courses, shining over the entire world. Savitar of the dark horse is praised with hymns. We choose the nourishment of Savitar, seeking the best, all-sustaining, swift portion of Bhaga. None can diminish Savitar’s self-earned glory nor his beloved sovereignty of the heavens. He, the divine distributor, bestows treasures upon the worshipper, and we seek that splendid portion. Today, Savitar is prayed to for progeny and good fortune, to drive away evil dreams and remove all misfortunes, bringing only what is auspicious. Blameless, for Aditi, may we acquire all desirable things through Savitar’s power. With hymns, we choose the true Savitar, lord of all gods and master of truth. He, self-governing, comes forth at the front of both day and night, never ceasing. With his song, he proclaims all created things, bringing forth and bestowing. Praise is then offered to Parjanya, the roaring bull, generous and powerful, who places seed in the plants as their embryo. He destroys trees and slays demons, terrifying the world with his mighty force; even the innocent tremble when Parjanya thunders and strikes down the wicked. Like a charioteer urging his horses, he sends forth his messengers—the rain. From afar, the thunder of the lion resounds as Parjanya makes the sky rain. The winds blow, lightning flashes, plants awaken, and the sky pours; nourishment is born for all the world when Parjanya fills the earth with seed. By his command, the earth bows, hoofed creatures stir, and plants of all forms thrive. Parjanya is called upon to grant great protection. The Maruts are invoked to grant rain from the sky, pouring out streams from the mighty stallion. With thunder, Asura, our father, is called to sprinkle the waters. Parjanya is urged to cry aloud, thunder, place the embryo, circle with his chariot over the waters, and draw forth the deep, well-filled streams so that the clouds unite. Finally, the prayer is for Parjanya to pour out the great vessel, let the channels flow abundantly, filling sky and earth with ghee, so that cows may drink well and all the world may be nourished. Thus, the hymns weave together the prayers for birth, dawn, prosperity, divine order, and the nourishing rains, invoking the gods to sustain and bless all creation.