I call to mind the Maruts, born of Pṛśni, those radiant deities who ceaselessly bestow the inexhaustible bounty of the universe. They pour the vital sap into the plants, nourishing all that grows. I set these Maruts before me, yearning that they might release us from the burden of sin. Their gifts are many: the milk of cows, the essence of plants, the swiftness of horses—all inspired by the wisdom of the gods. May the Maruts, gracious and generous, free us from all transgressions. These divine hosts carry the waters from the ocean to the sky, and from the sky they send the rains down upon the earth. They rule with the waters, commanding the cycles of nourishment and renewal. May these Maruts, who govern the rains and all that is sustained by water, absolve us from our sins. Satisfied by offerings of libation and ghee, or by the fat that joins the birds, they accept the gifts of mortals. These Maruts, sovereign over the waters and bringers of rain, may they release us from sin. If any misfortune has befallen us—whether by your winds, O Maruts, or by the decree of the gods, by divine ordinance—you, bestowers of wealth, are the masters of atonement. May you grant us release from sin. Fierce-faced and renowned, mighty in battle and formidable, the host of Maruts, I praise you and seek your help. I call upon you—may you liberate us from all wrongdoing. Turning now to Bhava and Sharva, I offer my reverence to you both. You know all that shines forth in this region, for you are lords of everything that walks on two legs or four. May you, guardians of the world, release us from sin. Whatever is near you or far, nothing escapes your gaze, you who hold the bow. You are the rulers of all creatures, bipeds and quadrupeds—release us from sin. A thousand-eyed, slayers of Vṛtra, I summon you here, O mighty ones, even from afar, praising your greatness. You are the lords of all that has two feet and four—release us from sin. Wherever you go together, among the multitude, your rule extends over all peoples. You are the sovereigns of all living beings—release us from sin. No one can withstand your weapons, neither god nor man. You, who govern both bipeds and quadrupeds, release us from sin. Against sorcerers, root-cutters, and demons—upon them, O mighty ones, direct your thunderbolt! You, who rule over all creatures, release us from sin. In battle, declare yourselves for us, O mighty ones; together, strike down with your thunderbolt whoever is hostile. I praise you, Bhava and Sharva, seeking your protection—release us from sin. I turn my thoughts to Mitra and Varuṇa, upholders of order, wise and discerning, who drive away the deceitful and protect the truthful in battle. Release us from sin. You, wise ones, who remove falsehood and defend the just, who, with keen vision, approach the pressed Soma—release us from sin. You who protected Angiras, Agasti, Jamadagni, Atri, Kaśyapa, and Vasiṣṭha—release us from sin. You who sheltered Shyavashva, Vadhryashva, Purumīḍha, Atri, Vimada, and Saptavadhri—release us from sin. You who guarded Bharadvāja, Gaviṣṭhira, Viśvāmitra, Varuṇa, Mitra, Kutsa, Kakṣīvān, and Kaṇva—release us from sin. You who watched over Medhātithi, Triśoka, Uśanā Kāvyā, Gotama, and Mugdala—release us from sin. Your chariot follows a true path, with straight reins, approaching those who act wrongly—you pursue them. I praise you, Mitra and Varuṇa, seeking your protection—release us from sin. I move with the Rudras and the Vasus, with the Ādityas and all the gods. I bear Mitra and Varuṇa, both Ashvins, and I carry Indra and Agni. I am the sovereign, the gatherer of treasures, wise and foremost among those worthy of sacrifice. The gods have distributed me in many places, making me manifold, abiding in many forms. I alone declare what is pleasing to gods and men. Whomever I choose, I make powerful—a priest, a sage, a wise man. By me, all who see, breathe, and hear partake of food. Those lacking understanding dwell near me. Listen, O hearer! I speak to you what is worthy of hearing. For Rudra, I stretch the bow; for the slayer of the Brahman-hater, the arrow to be shot. I bring forth battle for the people, pervading heaven and earth. I bear the pressed Soma, Tvaṣṭṛ, Pūṣan, and Bhaga. I bestow wealth upon the sacrificer who offers with oblation, granting him a good dwelling. I create the father on the summit of this world; my womb is within the waters, in the ocean. From there I extend over all beings, touching the heavens with my greatness. I am the wind, breathing forth all worlds; I set all beings in motion. Beyond heaven, beyond this earth, so great is my majesty. With you, O Wrath, let us mount the chariot together, rejoicing and exulting, O Lord of the Maruts. Let the warriors, sharp of arrow and bearing weapons, approach, fiery in form. Like blazing fire, O Wrath, endure; be our strong general and come when invoked. Having struck down our enemies, divide the spoils, measure out strength, and drive away the foes. Endure, O Wrath, against those who oppose us; shatter, crush, and utterly destroy our enemies. Your fierce power has been restrained—bring the foe under control, for you are born alone. You alone, O Wrath, are praised by many; in every assembly, prepare for battle. With you as our ally, not with empty words, we raise a glorious cry for victory. Be our lord, O Wrath, unconquered and victorious like Indra. We praise your beloved name, O mighty one, knowing the source from which you have arisen. Born with might, armed with the thunderbolt, you surpass all in power. By your resolve, O Wrath, may we be victorious—share with us great wealth. May the wealth, gathered and amassed, be given to us by Varuṇa and Wrath. May our enemies, fearful in their hearts, be defeated and withdraw, disappearing from our sight. O Wrath, whose weapon is the thunderbolt and arrow, whose strength and vigor pervade all humanity—may we, with you as our ally, overcome both Dāsa and Ārya, by the power of the mighty, with force and strength. Wrath is Indra, Wrath is indeed the god; Wrath is the Hotṛ, Varuṇa, and Jātavedas. All peoples praise Wrath—protect us, O Wrath, joined with fervor. Come forth, O Wrath, stronger than the strong; with your allied power, strike down the enemies. Destroyer of foes, slayer of Vṛtra and Dasyu, bring all treasures to us. For you, O Wrath, are overpowering in strength, self-born, blazing, crusher of opposition. You are renowned among all peoples, mighty and stronger—place your power with us in battles. If I am unfortunate, cast away by your will, O wise and powerful one, then, O Wrath, I, lacking resolve, seek you—come to me as strength comes to the weak. Thus, I call upon the Maruts, Bhava and Sharva, Mitra and Varuṇa, and the mighty force of Wrath, seeking their grace, protection, and release from all sin.