In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the Maruts, radiant as fire itself, dwell in their luminous abodes. Like Agni, their brilliance is unmistakable, and their might grows ever greater—twice, thrice, swelling in strength as they move. Golden dust swirls about them, a testament to their vigor and manliness, as they unite in their power. These Maruts are the sons of Rudra, the beneficent, steadfast in their purpose. They know their great and mighty mother, Pṛśni, who placed the shining seed within her for beauty. They remain close to their origin, never straying from it, pure and above reproach. When it pleases them, these pure ones, adorned in beauty, reveal their radiant forms, as if being milked of their splendor. Swiftly they move, bearing the proud name of the Maruts, never wearied by praise or the weight of their own greatness. Even now, they drive away the fierce with their generosity. With boldness and strength, they yoke together heaven and earth, and for their sake, the two worlds stand firm, shining with their own light, and the space between never fails. Nothing hinders the Maruts in their swift movement. Even those without horses or chariots, unbound and unoppressed, traverse the realms unhindered, following the paths of heaven and earth, accomplishing their will. Whomever the Maruts favor, none can stop or surpass; such a one, whether in offspring, cattle, children, or waters, breaks through all obstacles and attains the heights of the sky. To these mighty Maruts, a splendid hymn is offered, honoring their self-born power. Their mighty deeds shake both earth and Agni, who tremble before their ceremonies. Their spears flash with radiance, like the tongues of Agni at sacrifice, and threefold are their praises. Like heroes, their movements are bold, and shining from birth, the Maruts are invincible. Among them is the growing Marut, son of Rudra, radiant in vision, whom the devotee invokes with prayer. Pure in mind, the hosts of heaven surround him, and even the mighty mountains have not touched his greatness. Among all beings, Mitra and Varuṇa stand as the greatest. With hymns, their glory grows. Together, like rays of light, they hold back the most coveted things, embracing two peoples—one great, one lesser—with their powerful arms. A reverent thought reaches out to their sacred seat, seeking protection and the strong shield of their generosity. Mitra and Varuṇa are invited to the well-lauded offering, to come gladly and hear the prayers of the people, for their greatness is renowned. Like swift, yoked horses, pure and allied, they are born when Aditi bears the embryo of truth. Mighty and great, they fiercely cast down the foe for mortals. When all the gods, rejoicing in their greatness, bestowed dominion upon them, Mitra and Varuṇa encompassed the broad heavens and earth, their unfailing, unerring spies watching all. Throughout the days, they uphold dominion, stretching forth the summit as the sky’s own measure. Their firm ordinance sustains both earth and heaven, upholding the law. They fill the vessel and the womb, as householders replenish their dwellings, and the young women, unwearied, bear nourishing milk. With wise tongues, they taste the offering, and when their true desire is fulfilled by the rite, their greatness, rich in ghee, abides, scattering all harm from the worshipper. When Mitra and Varuṇa move forth, their dear ordinances are upheld by the young; none—gods, mortals, those without sacrifice, or the offspring of the waters—can transgress their commands. When singers utter their praise, some proclaim it, others reflect upon it in wisdom; thus, their true hymns are declared, and none among the gods equals their greatness. Mitra and Varuṇa’s protection is sought, their help invoked; as cows follow trembling, so the bold one yokes the strong steed in battle, trusting in their aid. Now, Indra and Varuṇa are called to the sacrifice, raised with devotion, as men praise and spread the sacred grass. They are the highest, the most mighty among heroes, destroyers of Vṛtra by truth, and leaders of all hosts. Hymns and prayers worthy of reverence are offered to them, for Indra, with his thunderbolt, slays Vṛtra with might, while Varuṇa, wise, prevails in contests. As the gods and men increased, all the gods grew strong, and greatness belonged to Indra and Varuṇa; may heaven and earth be broad for them. The true giver is one who serves Indra and Varuṇa with truth, and with their favor, he overcomes his foes, attaining wealth and abundant people. To those whom Indra and Varuṇa grant wealth, abundant and manifold, may that wealth be ours, and may our adversaries be driven away. Indra and Varuṇa, guardians of order, bestow wealth upon the wise, whose might is victorious in battle; by their splendor, the conqueror swiftly surpasses all. Praising Indra and Varuṇa, the request is made for wealth and glorious fame, to cross over all misfortunes as a ship crosses waters. A hymn is offered to the sovereign, wide-ruling god Varuṇa, who shines forth by his will, undying as a flame. Indra and Varuṇa are invited to drink the pressed Soma, the exhilarating draught, their chariot coming to the sacrifice, approaching the well-filled vessel. May they enjoy the sweetest, most potent Soma, delighting in the libation poured out for the worshippers. With united intention, Indra and Viṣṇu are also honored, for they have surpassed all work. The sacrifice is offered, and wealth is sought, with a prayer for safe and unharmed paths. Indra and Viṣṇu, creators of all thoughts, are the recipients of the Soma vessels, and hymns of praise are offered to bring their favor. Indra and Viṣṇu, lords of exhilaration, are called to the Soma, bringing wealth. The thoughts of the wise and the songs of praise unite for them. Swift horses bring Indra and Viṣṇu, who overcome opposition, to the shared feast, where all invocations and prayers are accepted. They have widened the exhilaration of Soma for their pleasure, made the midspace broader, and spread out the realms for living. Growing strong with offerings, worthy of worship, they receive oblations and grant wealth, dwelling at the ocean, the vessel of Soma. Indra and Viṣṇu are invited to drink the honeyed Soma, to fill themselves with its sweetness, and to listen to the prayers of their devotees. Victorious and undefeated, they conquer a thousandfold in threefold ways when they strive together. Thus, the hymns and prayers rise to the gods—the Maruts, Mitra, Varuṇa, Indra, and Viṣṇu—each radiant, mighty, and generous, upholding the order of the worlds and granting blessings to those who worship with devotion.