sahasraṃ ta indrotayo naḥ sahasram iṣo harivo gūrtatamāḥ | sahasraṃ rāyo mādayadhyai sahasriṇa upa no yantu vājāḥ ||
A THOUSAND are thy helps for us, O Indra: a thousand, Lord of Bays, thy choice refreshments. Wealth of a thousand sorts hast thou to cheer us: may precious goods come nigh to us in thousands.
May the most sapient Maruts, with protection, with best boons brought from lofty heaven, approach us, Now when their team of the most noble horses speeds even on the sea's extremest limit.
मिम्यक्ष येषु सुधिता घृताची हिरण्यनिर्णिग् उपरा न ऋष्टिः । गुहा चरन्ती मनुषो न योषा सभावती विदथ्येव सं वाक् ॥
mimyakṣa yeṣu sudhitā ghṛtācī hiraṇyanirṇig uparā na ṛṣṭiḥ | guhā carantī manuṣo na yoṣā sabhāvatī vidathyeva saṃ vāk ||
Close to them clings one moving in seclusion, like a man's wife, like a spear carried rearward, Well grasped, bright, decked with gold there is Vak also, like to a courtly, eloquent dame, among them.
parā śubhrā ayāso yavyā sādhāraṇyeva maruto mimikṣuḥ | na rodasī apa nudanta ghorā juṣanta vṛdhaṃ sakhyāya devāḥ ||
Far off the brilliant, never-weary Maruts cling to the young Maid as a joint possession. The fierce Gods drave not Rodasi before them, but wished for her to grow their friend and fellow.
When chose immortal Rodasi to follow--she with loose tresses and heroic spirit-- She climbed her servant's chariot, she like Surya with cloud-like motion and refulgent aspect.
āsthāpayanta yuvatiṃ yuvānaḥ śubhe nimiślāṃ vidatheṣu pajrām | arko yad vo maruto haviṣmān gāyad gāthaṃ sutasomo duvasyan ||
Upon their car the young men set the Maiden wedded to glory, mighty in assemblies, When your song, Maruts, rose, and, with oblation, the Soma-pourer sang his hymn in worship.
pra taṃ vivakmi vakmyo ya eṣām marutām mahimā satyo asti | sacā yad īṃ vṛṣamaṇā ahaṃyu sthirā cij janīr vahate subhāgāḥ ||
I will declare the greatness of these Maruts, their real greatness, worthy to be lauded, How, with them, she though firm, strong-minded, haughty, travels to women happy in their fortune.
Mitra and Varuna they guard from censure: Aryaman too, discovers worthless sinners Firm things are overthrown that ne'er were shaken: he prospers, Maruts, who gives choice oblations.
nahī nu vo maruto anty asme ārāttāc cic chavaso antam āpuḥ | te dhṛṣṇunā śavasā śūśuvāṃso 'rṇo na dveṣo dhṛṣatā pari ṣṭhuḥ ||
None of us, Maruts, near or at a distance, hath ever reached the limit of your vigour. They in courageous might still waxing boldly have compassed round their foemen like an ocean.
वयम् अद्येन्द्रस्य प्रेष्ठा वयं श्वो वोचेमहि समर्ये । वयम् पुरा महि च नो अनु द्यून् तन् न ऋभुक्षा नराम् अनु ष्यात् ॥
vayam adyendrasya preṣṭhā vayaṃ śvo vocemahi samarye | vayam purā mahi ca no anu dyūn tan na ṛbhukṣā narām anu ṣyāt ||
May we this day be dearest friends of Indra, and let us call on him in fight to-morrow. So were we erst. New might attend us daily! So be with us! Rbhuksan of the Heroes!
May this your laud, may this your song, O Maruts, sung by the poet, Mana's son, Mandarya, Bring offspring for ourselves with. food to feed us. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.