vidā divo viṣyann adrim ukthair āyatyā uṣaso arcino guḥ apāvṛta vrajinīr ut svar gād vi duro mānuṣīr deva āvaḥ
Bards of approaching Dawn who know the heavens are come with hymns to throw the mountain open. The Sun hath risen and open the stable portals: the doors of men, too, hath the God thrown open.