Dawn

The Dawns have brought a distinct perception as

       before;

Red-hued, they have attained their fulgent brilliancy.

They sing their songs like women active in their tasks,

Along their common path hither from far away,

Bringing refreshment to the liberal devotee,

Yea, all things to the worshipper

Who pours the juice.

She, like a dancer,

Puts her broidered garments on,

As a cow yields her udder so bares she her breast.

Anonymous [Hindu 1500-1000 B.C.]