Behold! Uṣas, the radiant dawn-goddess, riseth from her chamber in the east. She hath put on her garments of gold and purple; she hath kindled the fires of morning. All the world awaketh at her coming.

Thou art the firstborn of the eternal days, O Uṣas! Each dawn thou renewest the face of the earth. The birds sing out their praise as thou passest; the flowers lift their faces to greet thee. The darkness flees before thy approach, and the light of thy countenance burneth away all shadow and gloom.

How beautiful art thou in thy majesty! How splendid thy procession across the sky! Thou art neither weary nor daunted, but always — at every dawn — thou risest anew to bring light to all creatures. This is thy nature, thy everlasting function, thy sacred duty.

The immortal ones themselves do marvel at thy coming. The gods themselves do honor thee, for thou art the herald of their works. Thou dost prepare the path for Sūrya, the sun-god, and thou dost announce the coming of all the day's sacred tasks.

We mortals too do pay thee reverence. We rise from our slumber to greet thee. We make our offerings and sing our hymns as thou ascendest. Grant us, O gracious goddess, a day filled with light and blessing. Guard us from evil, guide us in our ways, and lead us safely through until thou returnest with the evening's gentle dimness.

Be merciful unto us, O Uṣas, thou unfailing opener of the gates of day.