The Dawns advance like clans arrayed for battle, their bright rays tingeing the sky’s distant bounds. The Sun extends his arms; the rose-colored dawn clouds, imprisoning the darkness, beam forth their luster.
Rig Veda VII, 79, 2
Goddess Dawn has arisen, endowed with great wealth, eliciting homage–our welfare is assured! Noblest of the noble, this Daughter of Heaven grants to her worshipers varied treasures.
Rig Veda VII, 79, 3
Give to us, Dawn, that copious bounty with which you have rewarded those who sang your praises! Loudly they acclaimed you, like the strong bulls that bellowed as you unbarred the doors of the firm-set mountain.
Rig Veda VII, 79, 4
Prevail on each God to give us his bounty! Now at your appearing impart to us the charm of pleasant voices and thoughts for our uplift. Preserve us evermore, O Gods, with your blessings!
Rig Veda VII, 79, 5
Be seated, O friends; your songs uplift for him who is undergoing purification. Array him like a child in festive attire! Bring him an offering!
Rig Veda IX, 104, 1
