These Dawns have raised their banner; in the eastern half of the mid-air they spread abroad their shining light. Like heroes who prepare their weapons for the war, onward they come bright red in hue, the Mother Cows.
Readily have the purple beams of light shot up; the Red Cows have they harnessed, easy to be yoked. The Dawns have brought distinct perception as before: red-hued, they have attained their fulgent brilliancy.
arcanti nārīr apaso na viṣṭibhiḥ samānena yojanenā parāvataḥ | iṣaṃ vahantīḥ sukṛte sudānave viśved aha yajamānāya sunvate ||
They sing their song like women active in their tasks, along their common path hither from far away, Bringing refreshment to the liberal devotee, yea, all things to the worshipper who pours the juice.
She, like a dancer, puts her broidered garments on: as a cow yields her udder so she bares her breast. Creating light for all the world of life, the Dawn hath laid the darkness open as the cows their stall.
We have beheld the brightness of her shining; it spreads and drives away the darksome monster. Like tints that deck the Post at sacrifices, Heaven's Daughter hath attained her wondrous splendour.
We have o'erpast the limit of this darkness; Dawn breaking forth again brings clear perception. She like a flatterer smiles in light for glory, and fair of face hath wakened to rejoice us.
The Gotamas have praised Heaven's radiant Daughter, the leader of the charm of pleasant voices. Dawn, thou conferrest on us strength with offspring and men, conspicuous with kine and horses.
O thou who shinest forth in wondrous glory, urged onward by thy strength, auspicious Lady, Dawn, may I gain that wealth, renowned and ample, in brave sons, troops of slaves, far-famed for horses.
Bending her looks on all the world, the Goddess shines, widely spreading with her bright eye westward. Waking to motion every living creature, she understands the voice of each adorer.
Ancient of days, again again born newly, decking her beauty with the self-same raiment. The Goddess wastes away the life of mortals, like a skilled hunter cutting birds in pieces.
vyūrṇvatī divo antāṃ abodhy apa svasāraṃ sanutar yuyoti | praminatī manuṣyā yugāni yoṣā jārasya cakṣasā vi bhāti ||
She hath appeared discovering heaven's borders: to the far distance she drives off her Sister. Diminishing the days of human creatures, the Lady shines with all her lover's splendour.
पशून् न चित्रा सुभगा प्रथाना सिन्धुर् न क्षोद उर्विया व्य् अश्वैत् । अमिनती दैव्यानि व्रतानि सूर्यस्य चेति रश्मिभिर् दृशाना ॥
paśūn na citrā subhagā prathānā sindhur na kṣoda urviyā vy aśvait | aminatī daivyāni vratāni sūryasya ceti raśmibhir dṛśānā ||
The bright, the blessed One shines forth extending her rays like kine, as a flood rolls his waters. Never transgressing the divine commandments, she is beheld visible with the sunbeams.