Come, O Uṣas! Come with thy light! The creatures of the night do hide themselves away. The owl, who rejoiced in darkness, now fleeth to the shadows. The serpent, who crept freely across the earth, now seeketh the cool refuge of the stone. But the deer, the bird, the cattle—all look upward and welcome thy coming.

Thou art the gateway between the world of darkness and the world of light. No one passeth that threshold without thy blessing. The night-wanderer must acknowledge thy power; the day-creature must give thee thanks.

Thou givest strength to the warrior who must fight. Thou givest courage to the merchant who must travel. Thou givest hope to the mother who beareth a child. All the works of the day are possible because thou dost come.

O maiden fair and golden! O wanderer of the heavens! O eternal one who knowest neither age nor decay! We sing thy praises as our forefathers sang them long ago. We shall sing thy praises as our descendants shall sing them in times to come.

Give unto us thy light! Give unto us thy strength! Give unto us thy eternal youth! Let us bathe in thy golden rays! Let us feel the warmth of thy presence! And though we know we shall grow old and pass away, let us at least know the joy of thy company while we remain upon this earth.