1 The priests, Vasisthas, are the first awakened to welcome the dawn with their songs and praises,

Who makes surrounding regions part asunder, and shows apparent all existing creatures.

2 Giving fresh life when she hath hid the darkness, this dawn hath wakened there with new-born lustre.

Youthful and unrestrained she cometh forward: she hath turned thoughts to sun and fire and worship of God.

3 May blessed mornings shine on us for ever, with wealth of kine, of horses, and of heroes,

Streaming with all abundance, pouring fatness. Preserve us evermore with blessings.