Thou dost push back the darkness! O Uṣas! Each morning thou dost wage war against the night and thou art ever victorious. Thy light is a blade that cutteth through all shadow. The darkness retreateth before thee, screaming its defeat.

See how the world reneweth itself at thy coming! The trees lift their branches to receive thee. The flowers open their petals. The birds sing their songs of welcome. All of creation stirreth with joy at thy approach. Life itself springeth forth anew.

The herds go forth to pasture. The ploughman taketh up his plough. The merchant prepareth his goods. Women kindle the sacred fire. Men rise from their beds and stretch their limbs. The world is transformed in an instant from death to life.

Night was dark and terrible. We lay helpless in our beds, listening to every sound. We feared the demons that walk in darkness. We trembled at the unknown. But thou comest, O Uṣas, and all our fears vanish. The world is made new. All things are possible again.

O goddess of dawn! O mother of all mornings! Thou dost teach us that darkness is not eternal. Thou dost show us that night always giveth way to day. Grant us the strength to endure our own darkness, knowing that thou shalt surely come again. O Uṣas! Bless us with thy light. Renew us as thou renewest the world!