1 These fires kindled in His name are awake, bringing their light when first the Dawn begins to shine.

May Heaven and Earth, great Pair, observe our holy work. We claim for us this day the favour of the righteous.

2 Yea, for ourselves we claim the grace of Heaven and Earth, of the hills and mother streams.

For innocence we pray to the Lord of the sun and the dawn. So may the flowing gift bring us bliss to-day.

3 May the great Twain, the Mothers, Heaven and Earth, this day preserve us free from sin for peace and happiness.

May Morning sending forth her light drive sin afar. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

4 May this first Dawn bring us the host of gracious servants of God: rich, may it richly shine for us who strive for wealth.

The wrath of the malignant may we keep afar. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

5 Dawns, who come forward with the bright beams of the sun, and at your earliest flushing bring to us the light,

Shine ye on us to-day auspicious, for renown. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

6 Free from all sickness may the Mornings come to us, and let our fires mount upward with a lofty blaze.

The twin healers have harnessed their swift-moving car. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

7 Send us to-day a portion choice and excellent, O Giver of light, for thou art he who dealeth wealth.

I cry to the Mother of opulence. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

8 Further me this declaring of Eternal Law, the Law of the Lord, as we mortals acknowledge it!

The sun goes up beholding all the rays of morn. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

9 This day we pray with innocence in strewing grass, adjusting pressing-stones, and perfecting the hymn.

Thou in the keeping of the Lord movest restlessly. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

10 To our great holy grass I bid the righteous at morn to banquet, and will seat them as the seven priests,- the All-Seeing, the Mighty, the Friend, the Giver of fortune for our gain. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

11 Come hither, O servants of God, for our perfect weal: accordant help our worship that we may thrive.

The Nourisher, the Lord of Prayer, the Giver of fortune, both healers, and the Lord of Light we implore for happiness.

12 Servants of God, vouchsafe that this our home may be praise-worthy, prosperous, our heroes' sure defence,

For cattle, for our sons, for progeny, for life. We pray to the Lord of Light for felicity.

13 This day may all the winds, all be near us with aid: may all our fires be well enkindled.

May all the righteous come to us with gracious favour. May spoil and wealth be ours, and all possessions.

14 He whom ye aid, O righteous, in battle, whom ye protect and rescue from affliction,

Who fears no danger at your milk-libation,- such may we be to feast the righteous, ye Mighty.