By hymns with varied syllables the gods sent forth the dark, hollow one—Devya’s bright daughter; they roused with radiant dawns and yoked the chariot well.

The divine Uṣās lights up with her beams the quarters of the heavens; she has thrown off her gloomy form, and, awaking (those who sleep), comes in her car, drawn by purple steeds.

In the sky's borders hath she shone in splendour: the Goddess hath thrown off the veil of darkness. Awakening the world with purple horses, on her well-harnessed chariot Dawn approaches.