प्र ये शुम्भन्ते जनयो न सप्तयो यामन् रुद्रस्य सूनवः सुदंससः । रोदसी हि मरुतश् चक्रिरे वृधे मदन्ति वीरा विदथेषु घृष्वयः ॥
pra ye śumbhante janayo na saptayo yāman rudrasya sūnavaḥ sudaṃsasaḥ | rodasī hi marutaś cakrire vṛdhe madanti vīrā vidatheṣu ghṛṣvayaḥ ||
They who are glancing forth, like women, on their way, doers of mighty deeds, swift racers, Rudra's Sons, The Maruts have made heaven and earth increase and grow: in sacrifices they delight, the strong and wild.
ta ukṣitāso mahimānam āśata divi rudrāso adhi cakrire sadaḥ | arcanto arkaṃ janayanta indriyam adhi śriyo dadhire pṛśnimātaraḥ ||
Grown to their perfect strength greatness have they attained; the Rudras have established their abode in heaven. Singing their song of praise and generating might, they have put glory on, the Sons whom Prsni bare.
gomātaro yac chubhayante añjibhis tanūṣu śubhrā dadhire virukmataḥ | bādhante viśvam abhimātinam apa vartmāny eṣām anu rīyate ghṛtam ||
When, Children of the Cow, they shine in bright attire, and on their fair limbs lay their golden ornaments, They drive away each adversary from their path, and, following their traces, fatness floweth down,
वि ये भ्राजन्ते सुमखास ऋष्टिभिः प्रच्यावयन्तो अच्युता चिद् ओजसा । मनोजुवो यन् मरुतो रथेष्व् आ वृषव्रातासः पृषतीर् अयुग्ध्वम् ॥
vi ye bhrājante sumakhāsa ṛṣṭibhiḥ pracyāvayanto acyutā cid ojasā | manojuvo yan maruto ratheṣv ā vṛṣavrātāsaḥ pṛṣatīr ayugdhvam ||
When, mighty Warriors, ye who glitter with your spears, o'erthrowing with your strength e'en what is ne'er o'erthrown, When, O ye Maruts, ye the host that send the rain, had harnessed to your cars the thought-fleet spotted deer.
pra yad ratheṣu pṛṣatīr ayugdhvaṃ vāje adrim maruto raṃhayantaḥ | utāruṣasya vi ṣyanti dhārāś carmevodabhir vy undanti bhūma ||
When ye have harnessed to your cars the spotted deer, urging the thunderbolt, O Maruts, to the fray, Forth rush the torrents of the dark red stormy cloud, and moisten, like a skin, the earth with water-floods.
ā vo vahantu saptayo raghuṣyado raghupatvānaḥ pra jigāta bāhubhiḥ | sīdatā barhir uru vaḥ sadas kṛtam mādayadhvam maruto madhvo andhasaḥ ||
Let your swift-gliding coursers bear you hitherward with their fleet pinions. Come ye forward with your arms. Sit on the grass; a wide seat hath been made for you: delight yourselves, O Maruts, in the pleasant food.
te 'vardhanta svatavaso mahitvanā nākaṃ tasthur uru cakrire sadaḥ | viṣṇur yad dhāvad vṛṣaṇam madacyutaṃ vayo na sīdann adhi barhiṣi priye ||
Strong in their native strength to greatness have they grown, stepped to the firmament and made their dwelling wide. When Visnu saved the Soma bringing wild delight, the Maruts sate like birds on their dear holy grass.
शूरा इवेद् युयुधयो न जग्मयः श्रवस्यवो न पृतनासु येतिरे । भयन्ते विश्वा भुवना मरुद्भ्यो राजान इव त्वेषसंदृशो नरः ॥
śūrā ived yuyudhayo na jagmayaḥ śravasyavo na pṛtanāsu yetire | bhayante viśvā bhuvanā marudbhyo rājāna iva tveṣasaṃdṛśo naraḥ ||
In sooth like heroes fain for fight they rush about, like combatants fame-seeking have they striven in war. Before the Maruts every creature is afraid: the men are like to Kings, terrible to behold.
When Tvastar deft of hand had turned the thunderbolt, golden, with thousand edges, fashioned more skilfully, Indra received it to perform heroic deeds. Vrtra he slew, and forced the flood of water forth.
ūrdhvaṃ nunudre 'vataṃ ta ojasā dādṛhāṇaṃ cid bibhidur vi parvatam | dhamanto vāṇam marutaḥ sudānavo made somasya raṇyāni cakrire ||
They with their vigorous strength pushed the well up on high, and clove the cloud in twain though it was passing strong. The Maruts, bounteous Givers, sending forth their voice, in the wild joy of Soma wrought their glorious deeds.
They drave the cloud transverse directed hitherward, and poured the fountain forth for thirsting Gotama. Shining with varied light they come to him with help: they with their might fulfilled the longing of the sage.
yā vaḥ śarma śaśamānāya santi tridhātūni dāśuṣe yacchatādhi | asmabhyaṃ tāni maruto vi yanta rayiṃ no dhatta vṛṣaṇaḥ suvīram ||
The shelters which ye have for him who lauds you, bestow them threefold on the man who offers. Extend the same boons unto us, ye Maruts. Give us, O Heroes, wealth with noble offspring.