With reverence and song, the devotee lifts his voice to the mighty Maruts, the divine hosts, praising them so that he and his people may gain heroic wealth, abundant offspring, and ever-growing renown with each passing day. He calls upon Mitra and Varuṇa to guard their chariot, accompanied by the Ādityas, Rudras, and Vasus. As eager ones, yearning for fame, set out like fledgling birds leaving their nest, he prays that they may find victory in all contests. When the gods unite, they mount their chariot, triumphant among peoples, swift in their movement, traversing the vast spaces with their powerful steps, striking the very ridges of the earth with their hands. Indra, the sovereign of all peoples, is at the center of this divine assembly. The heavenly hosts and the wise Maruts follow him, offering unfailing aid so that the chariot may bring great gain and strength. For Indra, Tvaṣṭṛ, the world-maker, together with the goddesses, yokes the chariot. Iḷā, Bhaga, Bṛhaddiva, the two worlds, Pūṣan the provider, and the wealthy Aśvins all attend, ensuring every need is met. The two gracious goddesses, Uṣas and Naktā, alike in form, sustain all that moves in the universe. The devotee, with a fresh hymn, honors Earth and prays that his lineage may be established in the threefold order. He proclaims praise not only for the gods but also for the priests, invoking Ahibudhnya, Aja Ekapad, Trita, the Ṛbhus, and Savitṛ, who have set the wise path for humankind. The child of the waters, radiant with insight, dwells in peace. For these deities, the offerings have been carefully prepared by skilled hands for the new rite. Together, seeking glory and strength, the worshippers strive with their thoughts, like a team of horses yoked to a chariot. The devotee turns to Heaven and Earth, asking them to support his speech which seeks righteousness, for they are the ones who carry life across the ocean of existence. For them, this ancient praise is offered, and he asks for the gift of great wealth. He prays that no hidden foe, no destroyer of life, may harm them, nor any evil come from the gods themselves. He asks that their friendship never be withdrawn and, with kindly minds, that they grant what is sought. With eager longing, he asks for fulfillment, like a cow that gives nourishing milk, always generous. With their steps and voices, he urges the victorious deities to come to all the peoples. He calls upon Rākā, easy to invoke and well-praised, to hear and attend with her gracious presence. He asks that she weave their work together with an unbroken thread, granting a hero, a singer of praise a hundredfold. He seeks Rākā’s fair favors, those by which she bestows riches upon the worshipper, and asks her to come today, bringing abundant wealth. He invokes Sinīvālī, broad-hipped and sister of the gods, to accept the offering and grant offspring, showing her grace. He offers to Sinīvālī, mistress of the house, she of beautiful arms, lovely fingers, abundant and fruitful, the sacred oblation. He calls upon Sinīvālī, Rākā, Sarasvatī, Indrāṇī for aid, and Varuṇānī for well-being, seeking their combined blessings. Turning to Rudra, father of the Maruts, the devotee prays for his favor, asking to be shielded from the sun’s harm and protected in battle. He seeks Rudra’s healing remedies, wishing for a long life, free from hatred, misfortune, and sickness, and asks for all evil influences to be warded off. He acknowledges Rudra as the best-born, most powerful, and strong-armed, asking to be delivered from all sin and granted well-being. He prays not to anger Rudra with his homage or to offend him with praise or invocation, but rather to receive his remedies, for Rudra is known as the greatest physician among healers. He invokes Rudra with offerings and hymns, hoping the broad-bellied, beautiful-cheeked god will grant his favor. The Maruts, with Rudra as their leader, delight the devotee; with ever-growing strength, they never abandon him. Like the sun’s shadow, he seeks always to be in Rudra’s grace. He asks Rudra where his healing hand is, the one that brings remedies and water, and pleads for the divine wrath to be removed, hoping Rudra will look upon him with favor. To the brown, mighty, radiant one, the devotee sends forth great praise, honoring the remover of stains and worshipping the fierce name of Rudra. With firm limbs, manifold forms, fierce and adorned with golden ornaments, Rudra is the lord of the world and its abundance, his sovereignty unmatched. He is worthy, bearing arrows and a bow, wearing golden ornaments, revered in all forms, granting all blessings, none stronger than he. The devotee praises the renowned, youthful, cave-dwelling one, fierce as a wild beast, formidable and mighty, asking Rudra to be gracious and for his hosts to turn elsewhere, not toward the worshippers. Even a child bows to his father when Rudra approaches, for he is the giver of abundance, the true lord, who grants remedies when praised. The devotee desires the pure, auspicious, and joyful remedies of the Maruts, those chosen by Manu and the ancestors, and longs for the blessings and joys of Rudra. He prays that Rudra’s weapon may pass them by and that his great wrath may avoid them, asking for protection for the generous and grace for their children and descendants. Thus, he addresses Rudra, mighty and wise, who, as a god, neither harms nor injures. He asks Rudra to hear the invocation and awaken, so that they may speak greatly in the assembly, strong among men. The Maruts themselves are powerful, pouring forth streams like fierce wild beasts, shining with energy, blazing like fire, swift and radiant, driving away darkness. Like the sky streaked with light, they brighten the horizon, flashing like showers of lightning. Rudra, with golden breast, was born from Prishni’s shining udder, and the Maruts rush like horses in battle, their horns sounding, adorned with golden ornaments, roaring as they drive their spotted steeds with united purpose. With those steeds, they traverse all worlds, companions of Mitra, ever youthful, swift and firm in their actions. With fuel, cows, nourishing milk, travelers and paths, their shining vision spreads. Like swans united in purpose, they come to their sisters for the delight of honey. The devotee calls the Maruts to come as men come to praise at sacrifices, to nourish the cow at the udder like a horse, and to grant wisdom to the worshipper, that he may be rich in strength. He asks them to grant the prize-winning chariot, the one that carries their hymn day by day, to give food to the singers, strength to the people, prosperity, safety, and unconquerable power. Whenever the Maruts, with golden breastplates, harness their horses to their chariots, generous Bhaga, like a cow nourishing her calf, pours forth abundant sustenance for those who offer reverent oblations. And if any mortal enemy, hostile and fierce, rises against them, the devotee prays to the radiant Maruts to protect them from harm. With their power and deeds, he asks the Rudras to turn away the threat, destroy the foe, and grant lasting peace and victory.