To the strong Rudra bring we these our songs of praise, to him the Lord of Heroes with the braided hair, That it be well with all our cattle and our men, that in this village all be healthy and well-fed.
मृळा नो रुद्रोत नो मयस् कृधि क्षयद्वीराय नमसा विधेम ते । यच् छं च योश् च मनुर् आयेजे पिता तद् अश्याम तव रुद्र प्रणीतिषु ॥
mṛḷā no rudrota no mayas kṛdhi kṣayadvīrāya namasā vidhema te | yac chaṃ ca yoś ca manur āyeje pitā tad aśyāma tava rudra praṇītiṣu ||
Be gracious unto us, O Rudra, bring us joy: thee, Lord of Heroes, thee with reverence will we serve. Whatever health and strength our father Manu won by sacrifice may we, under thy guidance, gain.
अश्याम ते सुमतिं देवयज्यया क्षयद्वीरस्य तव रुद्र मीढ्वः । सुम्नायन्न् इद् विशो अस्माकम् आ चरारिष्टवीरा जुहवाम ते हविः ॥
aśyāma te sumatiṃ devayajyayā kṣayadvīrasya tava rudra mīḍhvaḥ | sumnāyann id viśo asmākam ā carāriṣṭavīrā juhavāma te haviḥ ||
By worship of the Gods may we, O Bounteous One, O Rudra, gain thy grace, Ruler of valiant men. Come to our families, bringing them bliss: may we, whose heroes are uninjured, bring thee sacred gifts,
Hither we call for aid the wise, the wanderer, impetuous Rudra, perfecter of sacrifice. May he repel from us the anger of the Gods: verily we desire his favourable grace.
Him with the braided hair we call with reverence down, the wild-boar of the sky, the red, the dazzling shape. May he, his hand filled full of sovran medicines, grant us protection, shelter, and a home secure.
idam pitre marutām ucyate vacaḥ svādoḥ svādīyo rudrāya vardhanam | rāsvā ca no amṛta martabhojanaṃ tmane tokāya tanayāya mṛḷa ||
To him the Maruts' Father is this hymn addressed, to strengthen Rudra's might, a song more sweet than sweet. Grant us, Immortal One, the food which mortals eat: be gracious unto me, my seed, my progeny.
मा नो महान्तम् उत मा नो अर्भकम् मा न उक्षन्तम् उत मा न उक्षितम् । मा नो वधीः पितरम् मोत मातरम् मा नः प्रियास् तन्वो रुद्र रीरिषः ॥
mā no mahāntam uta mā no arbhakam mā na ukṣantam uta mā na ukṣitam | mā no vadhīḥ pitaram mota mātaram mā naḥ priyās tanvo rudra rīriṣaḥ ||
O Rudra, harm not either great or small of us, harm not the growing boy, harm not the full-grown man. Slay not a sire among us, slay no mother here, and to our own dear bodies, Rudra, do not harm.
मा नस् तोके तनये मा न आयौ मा नो गोषु मा नो अश्वेषु रीरिषः । वीरान् मा नो रुद्र भामितो वधीर् हविष्मन्तः सदम् इत् त्वा हवामहे ॥
mā nas toke tanaye mā na āyau mā no goṣu mā no aśveṣu rīriṣaḥ | vīrān mā no rudra bhāmito vadhīr haviṣmantaḥ sadam it tvā havāmahe ||
Harm us not, Rudra, in our seed and progeny, harm us not in the living, nor in cows or steeds, Slay not our heroes in the fury of thy wrath. Bringing oblations evermore we call to thee.
उप ते स्तोमान् पशुपा इवाकरं रास्वा पितर् मरुतां सुम्नम् अस्मे । भद्रा हि ते सुमतिर् मृळयत्तमाथा वयम् अव इत् ते वृणीमहे ॥
upa te stomān paśupā ivākaraṃ rāsvā pitar marutāṃ sumnam asme | bhadrā hi te sumatir mṛḷayattamāthā vayam ava it te vṛṇīmahe ||
Even as a herdsman I have brought thee hymns of praise: O Father of the Maruts, give us happiness, Blessed is thy most favouring benevolence, so, verily, do we desire thy saving help.
आरे ते गोघ्नम् उत पूरुषघ्नं क्षयद्वीर सुम्नम् अस्मे ते अस्तु । मृळा च नो अधि च ब्रूहि देवाधा च नः शर्म यच्छ द्विबर्हाः ॥
āre te goghnam uta pūruṣaghnaṃ kṣayadvīra sumnam asme te astu | mṛḷā ca no adhi ca brūhi devādhā ca naḥ śarma yaccha dvibarhāḥ ||
Far be thy dart that killeth men or cattle: thy bliss be with us, O thou Lord of Heroes. Be gracious unto us, O God, and bless us, and then vouchsafe us doubly-strong protection.
avocāma namo asmā avasyavaḥ śṛṇotu no havaṃ rudro marutvān | tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ ||
We, seeking help, have spoken and adored him: may Rudra, girt by Maruts, hear our calling. This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.