Rig Veda
vy uṣā āvo divijā ṛtenāviṣkṛṇvānā mahimānam āgāt apa druhas tama āvar ajuṣṭam aṅgirastamā pathyā ajīgaḥ
Born in the heavens the Dawn hath flushed, and showing her majesty is come as Law ordaineth. She hath uncovered fiends and hateful darkness; best of Angirases, hath waked the pathways.
mahe no adya suvitāya bodhy uṣo mahe saubhagāya pra yandhi citraṃ rayiṃ yaśasaṃ dhehy asme devi marteṣu mānuṣi śravasyum
Rouse us this day to high and happy fortune: to great felicity, O Dawn, promote us. Vouchsafe us manifold and splendid riches, famed among mortals, man-befriending Goddess!
ete tye bhānavo darśatāyāś citrā uṣaso amṛtāsa āguḥ janayanto daivyāni vratāny āpṛṇanto antarikṣā vy asthuḥ
See, lovely Morning's everlasting splendours, bright with their varied colours, have approached us. Filling the region of mid-air, producing the rites of holy worship, they have mounted.
eṣā syā yujānā parākāt pañca kṣitīḥ pari sadyo jigāti abhipaśyantī vayunā janānāṃ divo duhitā bhuvanasya patnī
She yokes her chariot far away, and swiftly visits the lands where the Five Tribes are settled, Looking upon the works and ways of mortals, Daughter of Heaven, the world's Imperial Lady.
vājinīvatī sūryasya yoṣā citrāmaghā rāya īśe vasūnām ṛṣiṣṭutā jarayantī maghony uṣā ucchati vahnibhir gṛṇānā
She who is rich in spoil, the Spouse of Surya, wondrously opulent, rules all wealth and treasures. Consumer of our youth, the seers extol her: lauded by priests rich Dawn shines out refulgent.
prati dyutānām aruṣāso aśvāś citrā adṛśrann uṣasaṃ vahantaḥ yāti śubhrā viśvapiśā rathena dadhāti ratnaṃ vidhate janāya
Apparent are the steeds of varied colour, the red steeds carrying resplendent Morning. On her all-lovely car she comes, the Fair One, and brings rich treasure for her faithful servant.
satyā satyebhir mahatī mahadbhir devī devebhir yajatā yajatraiḥ rujad dṛﾱhāni dadad usriyāṇām prati gāva uṣasaṃ vāvaśanta
True with the True and Mighty with the Mighty, with Gods a Goddess, Holy with the Holy, She brake strong fences down and gave the cattle: the kine were lowing as they greeted Morning.
nū no gomad vīravad dhehi ratnam uṣo aśvāvat purubhojo asme mā no barhiḥ puruṣatā nide kar yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
O Dawn, now give us wealth in kine and heroes, and horses, fraught with manifold enjoyment. Protect our sacred grass from man's reproaches. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.