In the sacred dawn, the hymn rises to Indra, the mighty god, praised above all others, the generous helper of mortals. With heartfelt words, the devotee entreats Indra, asking that his gifts and aid never fail, never diminish, and that he measure out all human treasures for the peoples. As the prayers ascend, the shining daughter of heaven is seen, rising and spreading across the sky—the sister of the sun. Like a bright, red horse, the mother of cows, rich in milk, Dawn becomes the friend of the Ashvins, those divine twins. She is the friend of the Ashvins, the mother of cows, and the mistress of wealth, bestowing abundance. This new Dawn shines forth, beloved of heaven, and the devotee praises the Ashvins for their beauty. These wondrous ones, mothers of the river, bestowers of wealth, wise gods, knowers of riches through intelligence, are celebrated. Their praises and songs resound across the broad earth, and their chariot is called to bring abundance. The devotee appeals to Dawn to bring splendid wealth, endowed with swift horses, so that offspring and descendants may be sustained. Dawn is invited to come to this place, rich in cattle and horses, to shine forth and bestow glory and truthfulness. She is asked to yoke her red horses to a strong chariot and bring all blessings. The Ashvins are called to bring near their chariot filled with cows and gold, united in mind, for the journey. The gods, bringers of delight, wondrous ones with golden wheels, are urged to come swiftly to the pressing of Soma. As far as they have given song and light to people from the sky, the Ashvins are implored to bring nourishment. Agni, the treasure to whom cows and swift horses hasten, is recognized as the one who always brings strength and nourishment to the worshippers. Agni, friend of all people, gives strength to the tribe and, pleased, approaches self-created wealth, bringing nourishment. The devotee praises Agni as the treasure to whom cows and well-born horses gather, asking for nourishment to be brought to the worshippers. Dawn is asked to awaken the people to great wealth, just as she has before, in truthfulness, noble birth, horses, and fair speech. The daughter of the sky, arisen with good guidance and a shining chariot, is called to arise with strength, truthfulness, noble birth, horses, and fair speech. The gracious one, daughter of the sky, is entreated to arise today with these virtues. The Ashvins are adorned with hymns to their most beloved chariot, the bull, the bringer of wealth, and are asked to listen to the sweet invocation. They are called to come swiftly, crossing all, wondrous ones with golden wheels, river-borne, with easy passage. Bearing treasures, the Ashvins, Rudras with golden wheels, are invited to accept the gifts of strength and listen to the invocation. Agni awakens among people with the kindling, like a cow stretching forth to her calf. The Dawns, like strong young women, rise up, their rays streaming toward the sky. The priest awakens for the worship of the gods; upright Agni, with good will, stands at dawn. The shining power of Agni is seen, released from darkness. When Agni loosens the strap of the group, adorned with pure cows, the offering is joined with the right, the victorious one, upright, takes the ladles. The most excellent light, the light of lights, arises; the wondrous, far-seeing one is born in manifold ways, as offspring from the impelling of the Sun. Thus, night and dawn enter the same womb. The bright calves, the shining one, come with the white, while the black one enters her own abodes. Sharing the same kin, immortal and mortal move, Heaven and Earth display their colors. The path of the sisters, night and dawn, is the same, unending; others move by divine ordinance. They do not clash nor stand still; night and dawn, of one mind yet different forms. Agni shines forth with the face of dawn, and the words of the inspired, devoted to the gods, arise. The Ashvins are called to come on their chariot, bringing the warm libation. The offering is not to be measured out; the Ashvins are praised and invited for the midday drink, asked to return again with favor to the worshipper. The Ashvins are called to come at the gathering, at dawn, at midday, at the rising of the sun; by day, by night, with peaceful intent, their drink is spread forth. The Dawns make their sign; in the first half of the expanse they are adorned with radiance. Shining forth like weapons, the red cows, mothers, go forth in order. The ruddy rays soar up, their strength unrestrained; the red cows are yoked, the Dawns perform their ancient paths, and shining radiance settles upon the red ones. The women, active, sing with their voices, not with weaving; joined together in one yoking, they go afar, bearing nourishment for the doer of good, the generous, and all who sacrifice and pour the offering. Agni awakens, the sun rises, the shining Dawns spread their light, the Ashvins yoke their chariot to go, and the god Savitar sets the world apart. When the Ashvins yoke their vigorous chariot, they are asked to pour out strength with ghee and honey, to inspire prayer in battles, and to lead the hero to win riches. The chariot with three wheels, carrying sweetness, drawn by swift horses, is praised and called to come for the Ashvins. The generous one, possessing all good fortune, is asked to bring happiness for both two-footed and four-footed alike. Their streams, like rains from the sky, flow forth, approaching the thousand-fold prize. Beholding all lovely songs, the tawny one moves forward, stirring up his weapons, as the sacred dawn unfolds and the gods are honored in prayer and offering.