Behold! The Dawn doth arise in her crimson robes! The goddess Uṣas doth wake from her slumber and drive forth the darkness of night. She cometh forth with grace and beauty beyond reckoning. The sky itself doth blush at her approach. The earth doth stir and awaken. All living things do rouse themselves to greet her coming.

Her chariot is wrought of pure gold. The wheels do turn with perfect smoothness. The rays of her passage light the very heavens. Her horses are white as snow, swift as the wind, eager to draw her across the vast expanse of sky. From east to west she maketh her journey, bringing light and hope to all the realms of creation.

Uṣas is ever young, ever beautiful, ever renewed. Each morning she doth arise as though for the first time. Her raiment is woven from the colors of the sunrise — purple and gold, crimson and rose, orange and saffron. She shineth with a light that no mortal craft can replicate. She moveth with grace and dignity befitting the goddess of a new day.

Where she goeth, the stars do fade and disappear. The night-creatures do scurry away to their hidden lairs. The birds do sing their morning songs. The flowers do open their petals to receive her blessing. The dew-drops upon the grass do glisten like tiny jewels. All nature celebrateth her coming.

O beautiful Uṣas! O maiden goddess of the new day! We do rise with thee each morning and offer thee our prayers. Thou art the symbol of hope eternal, of renewal and rebirth. Thou dost teach us that darkness always giveth way to light, that sorrow ever giveth way to joy. Grant us, we beseech thee, the strength to greet each new day with courage and optimism.