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.

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Dawns, bringing hither, to the man who worships, 
glory and power and might and food and vigour,
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Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song. 
Even to one like me ye brought aforetime.

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Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven, on him, 
rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvāja.
Give to the singer wealth with noble heroes, 
and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.