1 E'EN from above the sky's bright realm come, Uṣas, by auspicious ways: Let red steeds bear thee to the house of him who pours the Soma, juice. 2 The chariot which thou mountest, fair of shape, O Uṣas light to move,— Therewith, O Daughter of the Sky, aid men of noble fame today. 3 Bright Uṣas, when thy times return, all quadrupeds and bipeds stir, And round about flock winged birds from all the boundaries of heaven. 4 Thou dawning with thy beams of light illumest all the radiant realm. Thee, as thou art, the Kaṇvas, fain for wealth, have called with sacred songs.