Maruts, Rbhuksans, Rudras come ye with your cars strong-fellied and exceeding bright. Come, ye for whom we long, with food, to sacrifice, come ye with love to Sobbari.
vi dvīpāni pāpatan tiṣṭhad ducchunobhe yujanta rodasī | pra dhanvāny airata śubhrakhādayo yad ejatha svabhānavaḥ ||
Islands are bursting forth and misery is stayed: the heaven and earth are joined in one. Decked with bright rings, ye spread the broad expanses out, when ye, Self. luminous, stirred yourselves.
To lend free course, O Maruts, to your furious rush, heaven high and higher still gives way, Where they, the Heroes mighty with their arms, display their gleaming ornaments on their forms.
gobhir vāṇo ajyate sobharīṇāṃ rathe kośe hiraṇyaye | gobandhavaḥ sujātāsa iṣe bhuje mahānto na sparase nu ||
The pivot of the Sobharis' chariot within the golden box is balmed with milk. May they the Well-born, Mighty, kindred of the Cow, aid us to food and to delight.
वृषणश्वेन मरुतो वृषप्सुना रथेन वृषनाभिना । आ श्येनासो न पक्षिणो वृथा नरो हव्या नो वीतये गत ॥
vṛṣaṇaśvena maruto vṛṣapsunā rathena vṛṣanābhinā | ā śyenāso na pakṣiṇo vṛthā naro havyā no vītaye gata ||
Come hither, O ye Mares, on your strong horsed car, solid in look, with solid naves. Lightly like winged falcons, O ye Heroes, come, come to enjoy our offerings.
ta ugrāso vṛṣaṇa ugrabāhavo nakiṣ ṭanūṣu yetire | sthirā dhanvāny āyudhā ratheṣu vo 'nīkeṣv adhi śriyaḥ ||
They toil not to defend their bodies from attack, strong Heroes with their mighty arms. Strong are your bows and strong the weapons in your cars, and glory sits on every face.
तान् वन्दस्व मरुतस् तां उप स्तुहि तेषां हि धुनीनाम् । अराणां न चरमस् तद् एषां दाना मह्ना तद् एषाम् ॥
tān vandasva marutas tāṃ upa stuhi teṣāṃ hi dhunīnām | arāṇāṃ na caramas tad eṣāṃ dānā mahnā tad eṣām ||
Pay honour to these Maruts and sing praise to them, for of the wheel-spokes of the car Of these loud roarers none is last: this is their power, this moves them to give mighty gifts.
The strong man to whose sacrifice, O Heroes, ye approach that ye may taste thereof, With glories and with war that winneth spoil shall gain great bliss, ye Shakers of the world.
ये चार्हन्ति मरुतः सुदानवः स्मन् मीळ्हुषश् चरन्ति ये । अतश् चिद् आ न उप वस्यसा हृदा युवान आ ववृध्वम् ॥
ye cārhanti marutaḥ sudānavaḥ sman mīḷhuṣaś caranti ye | ataś cid ā na upa vasyasā hṛdā yuvāna ā vavṛdhvam ||
And these the bounteous, worthy of the Maruts who move onward pouring down the rain- Even for their sake, O Youthful Ones, with kindest heart take us to you to be your own.
साहा ये सन्ति मुष्टिहेव हव्यो विश्वासु पृत्सु होतृषु । वृष्णश् चन्द्रान् न सुश्रवस्तमान् गिरा वन्दस्व मरुतो अह ॥
sāhā ye santi muṣṭiheva havyo viśvāsu pṛtsu hotṛṣu | vṛṣṇaś candrān na suśravastamān girā vandasva maruto aha ||
Who, like a celebrated boxer, overcome the challengers in every fight: They who, like shining bulls, are most illustrious-honour those Maruts with thy song.
मर्तश् चिद् वो नृतवो रुक्मवक्षस उप भ्रातृत्वम् आयति । अधि नो गात मरुतः सदा हि व आपित्वम् अस्ति निध्रुवि ॥
martaś cid vo nṛtavo rukmavakṣasa upa bhrātṛtvam āyati | adhi no gāta marutaḥ sadā hi va āpitvam asti nidhruvi ||
Even mortal man, ye Dancers breast adorned with gold, attains to brotherhood with you. Mark ye and notice us, O Maruts; evermore your friendship is secured to us.
yābhiḥ sindhum avatha yābhis tūrvatha yābhir daśasyathā krivim | mayo no bhūtotibhir mayobhuvaḥ śivābhir asacadviṣaḥ ||
Haters of those who serve you not, bliss-bringers, bring us bliss with those auspicious aids Wherewith ye are victorious and guard Sindhu well, and succour Krvi in his need.
विश्वम् पश्यन्तो बिभृथा तनूष्व् आ तेना नो अधि वोचत । क्षमा रपो मरुत आतुरस्य न इष्कर्ता विह्रुतम् पुनः ॥
viśvam paśyanto bibhṛthā tanūṣv ā tenā no adhi vocata | kṣamā rapo maruta āturasya na iṣkartā vihrutam punaḥ ||
Ye carry on your bodies, ye who see it all: so bless us graciously therewith. Cast, Maruts, to the ground our sick man's malady: replace the dislocated limb.