Rig Veda
eṣā syā no duhitā divojāḥ kṣitīr ucchantī mānuṣīr ajīgaḥ yā bhānunā ruśatā rāmyāsv ajñāyi tiras tamasaś cid aktūn
Shedding her light on human habitations this Child of Heaven hath called us from our slumber; She who at night-time with her argent lustre hath shown herself e'en through the shades of darkness.
vi tad yayur aruṇayugbhir aśvaiś citram bhānty uṣasaś candrarathāḥ agraṃ yajñasya bṛhato nayantīr vi tā bādhante tama ūrmyāyāḥ
All this with red-rayed steeds have they divided: the Dawns on bright cars shine in wondrous fashion. They, bringing near the stately rite's commencement, drive far away the night's surrounding shadows.
śravo vājam iṣam ūrjaṃ vahantīr ni dāśuṣa uṣaso martyāya maghonīr vīravat patyamānā avo dhāta vidhate ratnam adya
Dawns, bringing hither, to the man who worships, glory and power and might and food and vigour, Opulent, with imperial sway like heroes, favour your servant and this day enrich him.
idā hi vo vidhate ratnam astīdā vīrāya dāśuṣa uṣāsaḥ idā viprāya jarate yad ukthā ni ṣma māvate vahathā purā cit
Now is there treasure for the man who serves you, now for the hero, Dawns! who brings oblation; Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song. Even to one like me ye brought aforetime.
idā hi ta uṣo adrisāno gotrā gavām aṅgiraso gṛṇanti vy arkeṇa bibhidur brahmaṇā ca satyā nṛṇām abhavad devahūtiḥ
O Dawn who standest on the mountain ridges, Angirases now praise thy stalls of cattle. With prayer and holy hymn they burst them open: the heroes' calling on the Gods was fruitful.
ucchā divo duhitaḥ pratnavan no bharadvājavad vidhate maghoni suvīraṃ rayiṃ gṛṇate rirīhy urugāyam adhi dhehi śravo naḥ
Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven,on him, rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvaja. Give to the singer wealth with noble heroes, and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.