Ushas has shone forth and lit the paths of men, says Maharshi Vasishtha, waking the five peoples. With her fair bulls she has spread her light, and the sun has opened heaven and earth with his eye. The Dawns strive like people yoked to work; their rays roll back the darkness and hold out light as Savitar stretches his arms. She, most like the Angirasas, gives goods to the doer of good. He asks her for as much bounty as she gave earlier singers, she who was born at the bellow of the bull when the doors of the rock were thrown open.