Behold! The Dawn advanceth, bringing gifts! She cometh with the treasure of her light, scattering gold upon the earth. The darkness that did cover all things recedes before her. She is the great dispenser, the giver of all good things.

What doth she bring, this rosy-fingered goddess? She bringeth the gift of sight, that we may see the world in all its glory. She bringeth the gift of warmth, that we may toil in the fields. She bringeth the gift of time itself—the hours of the day in which all deeds are accomplished.

O Uṣas, thou art the messenger of the sun! Thou goest before him to prepare the way. The stars do fade at thy coming. The winds are stilled. All of nature awakeneth and stretcheth forth to greet thee. The cow doth rise and seek the pasture. The bird doth sing from the highest bough.

And what of us mortals, O shining one? What gifts dost thou bring to those who dwell in the lands below? Thou bringeth us opportunity—the chance to earn our bread, to tend our herds, to gather with our kin. Thou bringeth us renewal, the healing of sleep passed, the strength to face another day.

Come forth, O Dawn! Shine upon us with thy beneficent rays. Let thy light fall upon all the lands, from the mountains to the sea. Bring forth the day in glory. Bring forth prosperity to those who rise to greet thee. May thy blessings fall upon the righteous and the just.