Each morning, the radiant Dawn emerges anew, youthful and generous, bestowing gifts upon all. As she steps forth, she sets the world into motion—aging the people with her passage, stirring the birds from slumber with her gentle light. With her coming, the gatherings of night disperse, the paths open before her, and her brightness marks the way unfailingly. At her arrival, no bird remains at rest; all creation is awakened by this bringer of horses, who rides forth from afar at the sun’s rising. Dawn, yoked to a hundred chariots, moves gloriously among humankind, shimmering with fortune. She reveals the world for all to see, the daughter of the Sun illuminating the earth. As the generous daughter of Heaven, she dispels hatred and darkness with her glow. Dawn, shine forth in your beauty, bringing abundant blessings to our homes and revealing yourself among us. For you are the breath and life of all beings; when you arise, O bringer of light, you animate the world. Ride your great chariot and hear our splendid invocation, radiant Dawn. Bestow upon us strength, O resplendent one, and carry the offerings of the devout to the sacred fires that honor you. Bring all the gods to the Soma-pressing, O Dawn, and grant us wealth—cattle, horses, praise, and heroic power. May your bright rays, shining for our good, grant us all-embracing and beautiful riches, easy to attain. Even the ancient sages called upon you for help and support; so now, with your radiant light, accept our praises and bestow your generous gifts. Today, as you open the doors of heaven with your light, grant us unfailing protection and abundant blessings rich in cattle, O goddess. Unite us with great wealth, with joyous gatherings, with glory, and with unconquerable might, O Dawn, bringer of prizes. Come, O Dawn, with blessings from the shining heights of heaven. The bearers of Varuṇa bring you, and those who offer Soma welcome you into their homes. In your splendid chariot, lead the renowned people forward, O daughter of heaven. At your coming, birds and all creatures—winged, two-footed, and four-footed—awaken, each following the seasons at the edge of the sky. As your rays shine forth, you illumine all the realms, and the Kanvas call to you with their songs, longing for wealth. The Sun, Jātavedas, is carried upward by your rays for all to behold. As the night departs, the rays—like thieves—carry the stars away, returning to the all-seeing Sun. His rays, though unseen, spread among the people, shining like fires. Swift and all-seeing, the Sun creates the light that fills all realms. He turns his gaze towards the gatherings of gods and men, seeing all that is visible. With his pure eye, the radiant Sun beholds all people—he, like Varuṇa, sees all. Traversing the sky, the Sun measures the vast expanse with his rays, observing every birth. Seven bay steeds draw his chariot, this god with fiery hair, all-seeing and ever-watchful. The Sun, offspring of the chariot, has yoked seven shining mares and journeys onward with these self-harnessed steeds. Rising above the darkness, we behold the higher light—we reach the god among gods, the Sun, the supreme illumination. O Sun, friend of all, ascending the highest heaven today, remove my heart’s disease and the yellow hue from me. Into white vessels we place the yellow hue, and now into vessels of turmeric we lay it aside. The Sun rises with all-conquering might; let him drive away my adversary, so that I do not fall into my foe’s power. With hymns, let us exalt mighty Indra, the much-invoked, the oceanic lord of wealth, whose greatness none can encompass. Eager ones seek him, whose strength fills the midspace; the skilled mount him, the hundred-powered, stirred by delight. Indra chose the cows for the Angirases, opening the path for those afar, and brought wealth for Vimada, making the stone yield to the eager one. He uncovered the waters, letting the streams flow upon the mountain, and with his might, slew Vritra, making the Sun ascend the sky for all to see. By his power, he cast down the cunning ones, shattered the strongholds of Pipru, and aided Rjishvan in battle. For Kutsa, he vanquished Shushna; for Atithigva, he subdued Shambara; even the great Arbuda he trampled, born since ancient times for the slaying of foes. All powers gather in him, ever near; his bounty delights at the Soma offering. His thunderbolt, keen and ready, strikes down the strength of his enemies. Indra discerns the Aryas and the Dasyus, subdues the lawless for the sacrificer, and incites the pious—may all his favors be present in the gatherings. Indra, subduing all, shattering the hostile, spares not even the old who oppose him; the humble, praising, has slain the arrogant. When Ushanas forged the force that pervades heaven and earth, Indra’s strength conquered all; to him, yoked by Vata’s son, fame is brought. Most delightful is Ushanas’ wisdom, with which Indra stands above all, bending and surpassing others; the fierce one released the waters in contest, shattering the strongholds of Shushna. Thus, the Dawn and the Sun rise, awakening the world, and mighty Indra, praised by sages, brings light, wealth, and victory to the righteous.