O Uṣas, luminous! O dawn most fair! Thou comest forth with bright and golden hair. The darkness flees before thy sacred face; the stars grow dim within their appointed place.

Thou rousest all the world from sleep so deep, and all the creatures stir from slumber's keep. The birds do sing, the cattle rise to feed, the mortals wake to tend their every need.

Thou comest like a maiden fresh and new, each day thou wearest raiment bright with dew. The sky doth blush with colors manifold — the pink, the gold, the crimson bright and bold.

O gentle Uṣas, thou art ever kind to all the creatures of the human kind. Thou bringest light to those who dwelt in night, and fillest all the world with joy and sight.

Thou art the mother of the sun most bright, who rideseth forth in splendor and in might. After the darkness long, the clouds do break, and lo! the sun doth rise upon the lake.

O thou who never fadest, never dies, who returnest ever before our eyes! Though yesterday thou left us and we wept, today again thou comest as we slept.

What sacred power maketh thee so bright? What divine essence giveth thee such light? The gods themselves do stand in wonder fair, to see thy glory spread upon the air.

Grant us, O Uṣas, blessing with thy ray; give us the strength to meet the coming day. Let all our enemies be put to flight, and fill our hearts with courage burning bright.

O luminous one, accept our humble prayer, and grant unto our lives thy constant care. Let every dawn that thou dost bring to us be filled with hope and joy and righteousness.