yajñā-yajñā vaḥ samanā tuturvaṇir dhiyaṃ-dhiyaṃ vo devayā u dadhidhve | ā vo 'rvācaḥ suvitāya rodasyor mahe vavṛtyām avase suvṛktibhiḥ ||
Swift gain is his who hath you near at every rite: ye welcome every song of him who serves the Gods. So may I turn you hither with fair hymns of praise to give great succour for the weal of both the worlds.
वव्रासो न ये स्वजाः स्वतवस इषं स्वर् अभिजायन्त धूतयः । सहस्रियासो अपां नोर्मय आसा गावो वन्द्यासो नोक्षणः ॥
vavrāso na ye svajāḥ svatavasa iṣaṃ svar abhijāyanta dhūtayaḥ | sahasriyāso apāṃ normaya āsā gāvo vandyāso nokṣaṇaḥ ||
Surrounding, as it were, self-born, self-powerful, they spring to life the shakers-down of food and light; Like as the countess undulations of the floods, worthy of praise when near, like bullocks and like kine.
सोमासो न ये सुतास् तृप्तांशवो हृत्सु पीतासो दुवसो नासते । ऐषाम् अंसेषु रम्भिणीव रारभे हस्तेषु खादिश् च कृतिश् च सं दधे ॥
somāso na ye sutās tṛptāṃśavo hṛtsu pītāso duvaso nāsate | aiṣām aṃseṣu rambhiṇīva rārabhe hasteṣu khādiś ca kṛtiś ca saṃ dadhe ||
They who, like Somas with their well-grown stalks pressed out, imbibed within the heart, dwell there in friendly wise. Upon their shoulders rests as 'twere a warrior's spear and in their hand they hold a dagger and a ring.
Self-yoked they have descended lightly from the sky. With your own lash, Immortals, urge yourselves to speed. Unstained by dust the Maruts, mighty in their strength, have cast down e'en firm things, armed with their shining spears.
को वो ऽन्तर् मरुत ऋष्टिविद्युतो रेजति त्मना हन्वेव जिह्वया । धन्वच्युत इषां न यामनि पुरुप्रैषा अहन्यो नैतशः ॥
ko vo 'ntar maruta ṛṣṭividyuto rejati tmanā hanveva jihvayā | dhanvacyuta iṣāṃ na yāmani purupraiṣā ahanyo naitaśaḥ ||
Who among you, O Maruts armed with lightning-spears, moveth you by himself, as with the tongue his jaws? Ye rush from heaven's floor as though ye sought for food, on many errands like the Sun's diurnal Steed.
Say where, then, is this mighty region's farthest bound, where, Maruts, is the lowest depth that ye have reached, When ye cast down like chaff the firmly stablished pile, and from the mountain send the glittering water-flood?
सातिर् न वो ऽमवती स्वर्वती त्वेषा विपाका मरुतः पिपिष्वती । भद्रा वो रातिः पृणतो न दक्षिणा पृथुज्रयी असुर्येव जञ्जती ॥
sātir na vo 'mavatī svarvatī tveṣā vipākā marutaḥ pipiṣvatī | bhadrā vo rātiḥ pṛṇato na dakṣiṇā pṛthujrayī asuryeva jañjatī ||
Your winning is with strength, dazzling, with heavenly light, with fruit mature, O Maruts, fall of plenteousness. Auspicious is your gift like a free giver's meed, victorious, spreading far, as of immortal Gods.
prati ṣṭobhanti sindhavaḥ pavibhyo yad abhriyāṃ vācam udīrayanti | ava smayanta vidyutaḥ pṛthivyāṃ yadī ghṛtam marutaḥ pruṣṇuvanti ||
The rivers roar before your chariot fellies when they are uttering the voice of rain-clouds. The lightnings laugh upon the earth beneath them, what time the Maruts scatter forth their fatness.
asūta pṛśnir mahate raṇāya tveṣam ayāsām marutām anīkam | te sapsarāso 'janayantābhvam ād it svadhām iṣirām pary apaśyan ||
Prsni brought forth, to fight the mighty battle, the glittering army of the restless Maruts. Nurtured together they begat the monster, and then looked round them for the food that strengthens.
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.