Rig Veda
dyutadyāmānam bṛhatīm ṛtena ṛtāvarīm aruṇapsuṃ vibhātīm devīm uṣasaṃ svar āvahantīm prati viprāso matibhir jarante
The singers welcome with their hymns and praises the Goddess Dawn who bringeth in the sunlight, Sublime, by Law true to eternal Order, bright on her path, red-tinted, far-refulgent.
eṣā janaṃ darśatā bodhayantī sugān pathaḥ kṛṇvatī yāty agre bṛhadrathā bṛhatī viśvaminvoṣā jyotir yacchaty agre ahnām
She comes in front, fair, rousing up the people, making the pathways easy to be travelled. High, on her lofty chariot, all-impelling, Dawn gives her splendour at the days' beginning.
eṣā gobhir aruṇebhir yujānāsredhantī rayim aprāyu cakre patho radantī suvitāya devī puruṣṭutā viśvavārā vi bhāti
She, harnessing her car with purple oxen. injuring none, hath brought perpetual riches. Opening paths to happiness, the Goddess shines, praised by all, giver of every blessing.
eṣā vyenī bhavati dvibarhā āviṣkṛṇvānā tanvam purastāt ṛtasya panthām anv eti sādhu prajānatīva na diśo mināti
With changing tints she gleams in double splendour while from the eastward she displays her body. She travels perfectly the path of Order, nor fails to reach, as one who knows, the quarters.
eṣā śubhrā na tanvo vidānordhveva snātī dṛśaye no asthāt apa dveṣo bādhamānā tamāṃsy uṣā divo duhitā jyotiṣāgāt
As conscious that her limbs are bright with bathing, she stands, as 'twere, erect that we may see her. Driving away malignity and darkness, Dawn, Child of Heaven, hath come to us with lustre.
eṣā pratīcī duhitā divo nṝn yoṣeva bhadrā ni riṇīte apsaḥ vyūrṇvatī dāśuṣe vāryāṇi punar jyotir yuvatiḥ pūrvathākaḥ
The Daughter of the Sky, like some chaste woman, bends, opposite to men, her forehead downward. The Maid, disclosing boons to him who worships, hath brought again the daylight as aforetime.