This hymn will I make for the Marut host who bright in native splendour cast the mountains down. Sing the great strength of those illustrious in renown, who stay the heat, who sacrifice on heights of heaven.
pra vo marutas taviṣā udanyavo vayovṛdho aśvayujaḥ parijrayaḥ | saṃ vidyutā dadhati vāśati tritaḥ svaranty āpo 'vanā parijrayaḥ ||
O Maruts, rich in water, strengtheners of life are your strong bands with harnessed steeds, that wander far. Trita roars out at him who aims the lightning-flash. The waters sweeping round are thundering on their way.
They gleam with lightning, Heroes, Casters of the Stone, wind-rapid Maruts, overthrowers of the bills, Oft through desire to rain coming with storm of hail, roaring in onset, violent and exceeding strong.
vy aktūn rudrā vy ahāni śikvaso vy antarikṣaṃ vi rajāṃsi dhūtayaḥ | vi yad ajrāṃ ajatha nāva īṃ yathā vi durgāṇi maruto nāha riṣyatha ||
When, mighty Rudras, through the nights and through the days, when through the sky and realms of air, shakers of all, When over the broad fields ye drive along like ships, e'en to strongholds ye come, Maruts, but are not harmed.
tad vīryaṃ vo maruto mahitvanaṃ dīrghaṃ tatāna sūryo na yojanam | etā na yāme agṛbhītaśociṣo 'naśvadāṃ yan ny ayātanā girim ||
Maruts, this hero strength and majesty of yours hath, like the Sun, extended o'er a lengthened way, When in your course like deer with splendour unsubdued ye bowed the hill that gives imperishable rain.
abhrāji śardho maruto yad arṇasam moṣathā vṛkṣaṃ kapaneva vedhasaḥ | adha smā no aramatiṃ sajoṣasaś cakṣur iva yantam anu neṣathā sugam ||
Bright shone your host, ye Sages, Maruts, when ye smote the waving tree as when the worm consumeth it. Accordant, as the eye guides him who walks, have ye led our devotion onward by an easy path.
न स जीयते मरुतो न हन्यते न स्रेधति न व्यथते न रिष्यति । नास्य राय उप दस्यन्ति नोतय ऋषिं वा यं राजानं वा सुषूदथ ॥
na sa jīyate maruto na hanyate na sredhati na vyathate na riṣyati | nāsya rāya upa dasyanti notaya ṛṣiṃ vā yaṃ rājānaṃ vā suṣūdatha ||
Never is he, O Maruts, slain or overcome, never doth he decay ne'er is distressed or harmed; His treasures, his resources, never waste away, whom. whether he be prince or Rsi, ye direct.
niyutvanto grāmajito yathā naro 'ryamaṇo na marutaḥ kabandhinaḥ | pinvanty utsaṃ yad ināso asvaran vy undanti pṛthivīm madhvo andhasā ||
With harnessed team like heroes overcoming troops, the friendly Maruts, laden with their water-casks, Let the spring flow, and when impetuous' they roar they inundate the earth with floods of pleasant meath.
Free for the Maruts is the earth with sloping ways, free for the rushing Ones is heaven with steep descents. The paths of air's mid-region are precipitous, precipitous the mountains with their running streams.
यन् मरुतः सभरसः स्वर्णरः सूर्य उदिते मदथा दिवो नरः । न वो ऽश्वाः श्रथयन्ताह सिस्रतः सद्यो अस्याध्वनः पारम् अश्नुथ ॥
yan marutaḥ sabharasaḥ svarṇaraḥ sūrya udite madathā divo naraḥ | na vo 'śvāḥ śrathayantāha sisrataḥ sadyo asyādhvanaḥ pāram aśnutha ||
When, as the Sun hath risen up, ye take delight, O bounteous radiant Maruts, Heroes of the sky, Your coursers weary not when speeding on their way, and rapidly ye reach the end of this your path.
Lances are on your shoulders, anklets on your feet, gold chains are on your breasts, gems, Maruts, on your car. Lightnings aglow with flame are flashing in your hands, and visors wrought of gold are laid upon your heads.
taṃ nākam aryo agṛbhītaśociṣaṃ ruśat pippalam maruto vi dhūnutha | sam acyanta vṛjanātitviṣanta yat svaranti ghoṣaṃ vitatam ṛtāyavaḥ ||
Maruts, in eager stir ye shake the vault of heaven, splendid beyond conception, for its shining fruit. They gathered when they let their deeds of might flash forth. The Pious Ones send forth a far-resounding shout.
युष्मादत्तस्य मरुतो विचेतसो रायः स्याम रथ्यो वयस्वतः । न यो युच्छति तिष्यो यथा दिवो ऽस्मे रारन्त मरुतः सहस्रिणम् ॥
yuṣmādattasya maruto vicetaso rāyaḥ syāma rathyo vayasvataḥ | na yo yucchati tiṣyo yathā divo 'sme rāranta marutaḥ sahasriṇam ||
Sage Maruts, may we be the drivers of the car of riches full of life that have been given by you. O Maruts, let that wealth in thousands dwell with us which never vanishes like Tisya from the sky.
Maruts, ye further wealth with longed for heroes, further the Rsi skilled in chanted verses. Ye give the Bharata as his strength, a charger, and ye bestow a king who quickly listens.
tad vo yāmi draviṇaṃ sadyaūtayo yenā svar ṇa tatanāma nṝṃr abhi | idaṃ su me maruto haryatā vaco yasya tarema tarasā śataṃ himāḥ ||
Of you, most swift to succour! I solicit wealth wherewith we may spread forth mid men like as the Sun. Accept, O Maruts, graciously this hymn of mine that we may live a hundred winters through its power.