As the Dawn arrives, she opens the doors of heaven with her radiant light. The people call to her, asking for unfailing and wide protection, for abundant blessings rich with cattle and prosperity. They beseech her to unite them with great and beautiful wealth, with vibrant gatherings and glory, with all-conquering might and strength, for she is the bringer of prizes. Dawn comes bearing blessings, shining from the heights of heaven. The bearers of Varuṇa bring her forth, and those who offer Soma welcome her into their homes. She stands upon her splendid, comfortable chariot, and by its power she leads the renowned people forward, for she is truly the daughter of heaven. As she arrives, the birds stir in her mind—the winged ones, the bipeds and quadrupeds—all awaken, following the rhythm of the seasons at the very edge of heaven. Her rays shine forth, illuminating all the realms. The Kanvas call to her with their songs, longing for wealth and favor. As Dawn’s light spreads, the rays carry up Jātavedas, the god Sun, for all to witness. These rays, like thieves slipping away, depart as the stars fade with the night, returning to the all-seeing Sun. The unseen Sun’s rays spread among the people, shining like fires. Swiftly moving and all-seeing, the Sun is the maker of light, illuminating all the realms. He turns towards the gatherings of gods, towards the assemblies of men, towards all that can be seen. With his pure eye, the radiant Sun beholds all people; Varuṇa, too, sees all. The Sun traverses the sky, measuring its vast expanse with his rays, observing all births. Seven bay steeds carry him in his chariot, his fiery hair streaming, ever all-seeing. The Sun, offspring of the chariot, has yoked seven shining mares; with these self-harnessed steeds, he journeys onward. Rising above the darkness, the people behold the higher light. They reach the god among gods—the Sun, the supreme light. As the Sun rises today, friend of all, ascending the highest heaven, they pray for the removal of heart’s disease and the yellow hue from their bodies. They place the yellow hue into white vessels, and now into vessels of turmeric, seeking healing. The Sun rises with all-conquering might, driving away adversaries, so that none may fall into the power of their foes. In reverence, the people turn to Indra, the ram, much-invoked and worthy of song, the oceanic lord of wealth. Like the heavens, his might cannot be encompassed, and his strength is greatest. Inspired ones praise him. Those eager for their desires approach Indra, whose strength fills the midspace; skillful ones, with their powers, mount Indra, the hundred-powered, who is stirred by delight. Indra chose the cows for the Angirases, opening the path for the far-dwelling and bringing wealth for Vimada, making the stone dance for the eager one. He uncovered the coverings of the waters, letting streams flow on the mountain, and with his might, he slew Vritra, making the Sun ascend the sky for vision. By his powers, Indra cast down the cunning ones, shattered the strongholds of Pipru, and aided Rjishvan in slaying foes. He aided Kutsa in the slaying of Shushna, subdued Shambara for Atithigva, and trampled Arbuda underfoot; since ancient times, Indra was born for the slaying of foes. All powers unite in him, ever near; his bounty delights at the Soma offering. His thunderbolt is keen, striking down all the strength of the enemy. Indra discerns the Aryas and the Dasyus, subdues the lawless for the sacrificer, and incites the gatherings with his favor. Indra subdues both followers and those who resist, shattering the hostile and crushing the unsubmissive. Even the old, though growing, he does not spare; the humble, praising him, has slain the arrogant. When Ushanas forged the power that pervades heaven and earth, Indra’s strength conquers; yoked by the mind of Vata’s son, fame fills all. Most delightful is Ushanas’s wisdom, with which Indra stands above all, surpassing and bending all. The fierce one released the waters in contest, shattering Shushna’s strongholds. Indra stands upon the chariot among the strong-handed, where Sharyata’s gifts are offered for his delight. As he rejoices in the pressed Soma, he ascends to undiminished glory in heaven. Indra has given the young one to Kakshivat for the pressing, not deceived by Vrishanashva. All his deeds at the pressings are to be proclaimed. The well-pressed Soma has been poured for him; the hymn is set forth in the vessels, like a post at the sacrifice. Indra, yoked with horses, cows, chariots, and wealth, is the leader bringing prosperity to the rite. Reverence is spoken for Indra, the Bull, lord of light, whose strength is true and power mighty. In the assembly, the people pray to be under his protection, with all their heroes and generous patrons. With splendid hymns, they praise Indra, the ram, knower of light, with whom a hundred strong ones rejoice. Like a swift horse, a prize-winning chariot at the call, they turn to Indra for help with well-spoken words. Indra, like a mountain unshaken, with a thousand powers, has grown in might. When he slew Vṛtra, who covered the rivers, he released the waters, exulting in the Soma. Indra, the best defender in battles, grown strong with exhilaration and wisdom, is called with clear insight, the greatest giver, delighting in Soma. The seats in heaven fill him with riches, like the ocean, and in the slaying of Vṛtra, the streams have stood firm. Indra’s unwearied might has brought forth the waters. At his own exhilaration, the streams rush forth as if down a steep slope, when Indra, armed with the thunderbolt and bold with Soma, breaks open the barriers of Vala, as Trita did. His radiance moves with heat, eager for battle; he reaches the bottom of the atmosphere, conquering the waters. When, in the descent of Vṛtra, with difficult-to-hold weapons, Indra struck down the thunder, his might was revealed. Thus, the hymns celebrate the coming of Dawn and Sun, the blessings they bring, and the mighty deeds of Indra, who releases the waters and brings prosperity and light to the world.