1WITH all her eyes the Goddess Night looks forth approaching many a spot:     She hath put all her glories on.

2Immortal. she hath filled the waste, the Goddess hath filled height and depth:     She conquers darkness with her light.

3The Goddess as she comes hath set the Dawn her Sister in her place:     And then the darkness vanishes.

4So favour us this night, O thou whose pathways we have visited     As birds their nest upon the tree.

5The villagers have sought their homes, and all that walks and all that flies,     Even the falcons fain for prey.

6Keep off the she-wolf and the wolf, O Urmya, keep the thief away;     Easy be thou for us to pass.

7Clearly hath she come nigh to me who decks the dark with richest hues:     O Morning, cancel it like debts.

8These have I brought to thee like kine. O Night, thou Child of Heaven, accept     This laud as for a conqueror.