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1. SHEDDING
her light on human habitations this Child of Heaven hath called us from our
slumber;
She who at night-time with her
argent lustre hath shown herself e'en through the shades of darkness.
2 All this
with red-rayed steeds have they divided: the Dawns on bright cars shine in
wondrous fashion.
They, bringing near the stately
rite's commencement, drive far away the night's surrounding shadows.
3 Dawns,
bringing hither, to the man who worships, glory and power and might and food
and vigour,
Opulent, with imperial sway
like heroes, favour your servant and this day enrich him.
4 Now is there
treasure for the man who serves you, now for the hero, Dawns! who brings
oblation;
Now for the singer when he
sings the praise-song. Even to one like me ye brought aforetime.
5 O Dawn who
standest on the mountain ridges, Angirases now praise thy stalls of cattle.
With prayer and holy hymn they
burst them open: the heroes' calling on the Gods was fruitful.
6 Shine on us
as of old, thou Child of Heaven,on him, rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvaja.
Give to the singer wealth with
noble heroes, and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.
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