Arise! The breath of life again has reached us. Darkness has fled and light is fast approaching. She leaves a pathway for the Sun to travel. We have arrived where life will again continue.
Rig Veda I, 113, 16
With the reins of speech the priest, uttering praises, drives onward, steering their course, the shining Dawns. Shine then today, O generous Dawn, for your singer! Convey to us the gift of life and children!
Rig Veda I, 113, 17
To the mortal who honors them these ascending Dawns impart both wealth of cattle and hero sons. May the same accrue to the sacrificer (renunciate), giver of horses, when swift as the wind the gifts have been summoned by song!
Rig Veda I, 113, 18
Mother of Gods and brightness of the Godhead, token of sacrifice, shine forth on high. Rise up and look upon our prayers with favor. Bless us among people, Dawn ever desired!
Rig Veda I, 113, 19
Whatever wondrous gift the Dawns convey as blessing to the offerer who shows himself zealous in worship, that may Mitra and Varuna grant to us, and Aditi, the Sacred River, Earth, and Heaven!
Rig Veda I, 113, 20
