Rig Veda
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This light is come, amid all lights the fairest; born is the brilliant, far-extending brightness. Night, sent away for Savitar's uprising, hath yielded up a birth-place for the Morning.
ruśadvatsā ruśatī śvetyāgād āraig u kṛṣṇā sadanāny asyāḥ samānabandhū amṛte anūcī dyāvā varṇaṃ carata āmināne
The Fair, the Bright is come with her white offspring; to her the Dark One hath resigned her dwelling. Akin, immortal, following each other, changing their colours both the heavens move onward.
samāno adhvā svasror anantas tam anyānyā carato devaśiṣṭe na methete na tasthatuḥ sumeke naktoṣāsā samanasā virūpe
Common, unending is the Sisters' pathway; taught by the Gods, alternately they travel. Fair-formed, of different hues and yet one-minded, Night and Dawn clash not, neither do they travel.
bhāsvatī netrī sūnṛtānām aceti citrā vi duro na āvaḥ prārpyā jagad vy u no rāyo akhyad uṣā ajīgar bhuvanāni viśvā
Bright leader of glad sounds, our eyes behold her; splendid in hue she hath unclosed the portals. She, stirring up the world, hath shown us riches: Dawn hath awakened every living creature.
jihmaśye caritave maghony ābhogaya iṣṭaye rāya u tvam dabhram paśyadbhya urviyā vicakṣa uṣā ajīgar bhuvanāni viśvā
Rich Dawn, she sets afoot the coiled-up sleeper, one for enjoyment, one for wealth or worship, Those who saw little for extended vision. All living creatures hath the Dawn awakened.
kṣatrāya tvaṃ śravase tvam mahīyā iṣṭaye tvam artham iva tvam ityai visadṛśā jīvitābhipracakṣa uṣā ajīgar bhuvanāni viśvā
One to high sway, one to exalted glory, one to pursue his gain, and one his labour: All to regard their different vocations, all moving creatures hath the Dawn awakened.
eṣā divo duhitā praty adarśi vyucchantī yuvatiḥ śukravāsāḥ viśvasyeśānā pārthivasya vasva uṣo adyeha subhage vy uccha
We see her there, the Child of Heaven apparent, the young Maid, flushing in her shining raiment. Thou sovran Lady of all earthly treasure, flush on us here, auspicious Dawn, this morning.
parāyatīnām anv eti pātha āyatīnām prathamā śaśvatīnām vyucchantī jīvam udīrayanty uṣā mṛtaṃ kaṃ cana bodhayantī
She first of endless morns to come hereafter, follows the path of morns that have departed. Dawn, at her rising, urges forth the living him who is dead she wakes not from his slumber.
uṣo yad agniṃ samidhe cakartha vi yad āvaś cakṣasā sūryasya yan mānuṣān yakṣyamāṇāṁ ajīgas tad deveṣu cakṛṣe bhadram apnaḥ
As thou, Dawn, hast caused Agni to be kindled, and with the Sun's eye hast revealed creation. And hast awakened men to offer worship, thou hast performed, for Gods, a noble service.
kiyāty ā yat samayā bhavāti yā vyūṣur yāś ca nūnaṃ vyucchān anu pūrvāḥ kṛpate vāvaśānā pradīdhyānā joṣam anyābhir eti
How long a time, and they shall be together,—Dawns that have shone and Dawns to shine hereafter? She yearns for former Dawns with eager longing, and goes forth gladly shining with the others.
īyuṣ ṭe ye pūrvatarām apaśyan vyucchantīm uṣasam martyāsaḥ asmābhir ū nu praticakṣyābhūd o te yanti ye aparīṣu paśyān
Gone are the men who in the days before us looked on the rising of the earlier Morning. We, we the living, now behold her brightness and they come nigh who shall hereafter see her.
yāvayaddveṣā ṛtapā ṛtejāḥ sumnāvarī sūnṛtā īrayantī sumaṅgalīr bibhratī devavītim ihādyoṣaḥ śreṣṭhatamā vy uccha
Foe-chaser, born of Law, the Law's protectress, joy-giver, waker of all pleasant voices, Auspicious, bringing food for Gods' enjoyment, shine on us here, most bright, O Dawn, this morning.
śaśvat puroṣā vy uvāsa devy atho adyedaṃ vy āvo maghonī atho vy ucchād uttarāṁ anu dyūn ajarāmṛtā carati svadhābhiḥ
From days eternal hath Dawn shone, the Goddess, and shows this light to-day, endowed with riches. So will she shine on days to come immortal she moves on in her own strength, undecaying.
vy añjibhir diva ātāsv adyaud apa kṛṣṇāṃ nirṇijaṃ devy āvaḥ prabodhayanty aruṇebhir aśvair oṣā yāti suyujā rathena
In the sky's borders hath she shone in splendour: the Goddess hath thrown off the veil of darkness. Awakening the world with purple horses, on her well-harnessed chariot Dawn approaches.
āvahantī poṣyā vāryāṇi citraṃ ketuṃ kṛṇute cekitānā īyuṣīṇām upamā śaśvatīnāṃ vibhātīnām prathamoṣā vy aśvait
Bringing all life-sustaining blessings with her, showing herself she sends forth brilliant lustre. Last of the countless mornings that have vanished, first of bright morns to come hath Dawn arisen.
ud īrdhvaṃ jīvo asur na āgād apa prāgāt tama ā jyotir eti āraik panthāṃ yātave sūryāyāganma yatra pratiranta āyuḥ
Arise! the breath, the life, again hath reached us: darkness hath passed away and light approacheth. She for the Sun hath left a path to travel we have arrived where men prolong existence.
syūmanā vāca ud iyarti vahniḥ stavāno rebha uṣaso vibhātīḥ adyā tad uccha gṛṇate maghony asme āyur ni didīhi prajāvat
Singing the praises of refulgent Mornings with his hymn's web the priest, the poet rises. Shine then to-day, rich Maid, on him who lauds thee, shine down on us the gift of life and offspring.
yā gomatīr uṣasaḥ sarvavīrā vyucchanti dāśuṣe martyāya vāyor iva sūnṛtānām udarke tā aśvadā aśnavat somasutvā
Dawns giving sons all heroes, kine and horses, shining upon the man who brings oblations,— These let the Soma-presser gain when ending his glad songs louder than the voice of Vayu.
mātā devānām aditer anīkaṃ yajñasya ketur bṛhatī vi bhāhi praśastikṛd brahmaṇe no vy ucchā no jane janaya viśvavāre
Mother of Gods, Aditi's form of glory, ensign of sacrifice, shine forth exalted. Rise up, bestowing praise on our devotion all-bounteous, make us chief among the people.
yac citram apna uṣaso vahantījānāya śaśamānāya bhadram tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ
Whatever splendid wealth the Dawns bring with them to bless the man who offers praise and worship, Even that may Mitra, Varuna vouchsafe us, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.