The Dawn cometh forth! See how she rideth across the sky in her gleaming chariot, drawn by steeds of light! She is the ageless goddess, ever young, ever renewed. Each day she is born anew, and yet she hath endured since the beginning of time.

Uṣas, thou radiant one, thou dost come before the sun as his herald. Thy fingers reach forth and touch the dark, and the dark doth flee before thee. Thou art the mother of light, the dispeller of shadows. At thy approach, the birds awaken and sing. The flowers open their faces to receive thy blessing.

O luminous goddess, thou art beauty itself. Thy robes are woven of golden light. Thy chariot traces a path of fire across the heavens. Yet for all thy glory, thou art gentle and kind to those who dwell below. Thou comest not with thunder or violence, but with the soft touch of awakening.

How long hast thou journeyed thus? How many dawns hast thou brought forth? Yet never dost thou grow weary. Never dost thou falter in thy course. Thou art immortal, O Uṣas, yet thou givest us mortal men the gift of each new day, the chance to begin again.

We praise thee, O Dawn! Thou art the promise of renewal. In thy coming, we see hope reborn. Grant us, O golden-armed one, the strength to meet the day with courage. Let us walk in thy light with hearts made pure and spirits made whole.