May all peoples everywhere listen to the call of the Maruts, those mighty storm gods, so compelling that even the sun himself, eager for riches, hastens to their presence. Through the turning of many autumns, may we, with the help of the Maruts, share in the blessings that flow among peoples. Truly blessed is the mortal whom the Maruts guide safely along the sacred paths of sacrifice. O men, recognize the desires of the one who, seeking joy and sweating with effort, stands truly strong. You Maruts, truly mighty, reveal your power in greatness—strike down the demon with your flashing lightning. Drive away the hidden darkness, scatter all that restrains, and make light shine forth, for your strength is supreme. The Maruts come with forward faces and forward might, shining and steadfast, unbending and straight-moving, most welcome and manly, adorned with ornaments. Among them are some like bright mares, harnessed and ready. When the Maruts rush through the valleys like swift birds, their chariots pour forth ghee, honey-colored and praiseworthy. The earth itself trembles beneath the thunder of their chariots as they set out on their journey, their playful, shaking, shining-eyed bands displaying their greatness for all to see. This youthful troop, with dappled horses, is self-born and powerful, surrounded by strength. They are true, debtless, praiseworthy, the protectors of prayer, a mighty host. We speak of the ancient birth of the Father; the tongue of Soma advances with vision, and when the singer seeks Indra, the worthy names are established. For glory, the Maruts have measured themselves with beams of light; with rays and with hymns, they bring delight. Bannered and armed, courageous, they have found the beloved abode of the Maruts. Come, Maruts, with your shining, lightning-laden chariots, with spears and adorned horses. Fly forth, bringing the richest nourishment, like birds with skillful flight. With their ruddy, tawny, and best horses, they move in splendor, their chariots gleaming like gold ornaments, their sharpened axes striking the earth as the wheels roll on. For glory, their bands are set upon their bodies; standing upright like the wise, these well-born and mighty Maruts break even the hardest rock. Yet, greedy ones have surrounded the days of the Maruts, but this divine inspiration, this thought, prevails. The Gotamas, with prayers and hymns, have raised the well for drinking. The yoking of the Maruts has reached its goal, as the Gotamas have sung for them, beholding their golden-wheeled, iron-toothed, swift, and boar-like forms. Their follower sings forth in praise, the voice rising like a skilled singer, celebrating the Maruts’ power and following their nature with both hands. May auspicious thoughts come to us from every side—flawless, unimpeded, springing forth. May the gods always protect us, granting us growth each day, and be our long-lived guardians. May the good favor and generosity of the gods be directed toward us; may we approach their friendship and be granted life to live fully. With ancient invocation, we call upon Bhaga, Mitra, Aditi, the unfailing Daksha, Aryaman, Varuṇa, Soma, and the Ashvins. May Sarasvati grant us happiness and well-being. May Vata bring us happiness and healing, as also Mother Earth and Father Sky; may the pressing stones born of Soma bring happiness, and may the mighty Ashvins hear our prayers. We call upon the Lord, master of all that moves and stands still, who inspires understanding, for help. May Pūṣan, knower of all ways, be our protector and unfailing guardian. May Indra of renowned glory, Pūṣan, Tārkṣya with the unbroken wheel, and Bṛhaspati all grant us well-being. Let the Maruts, with their spotted steeds, children of Pṛśni, bring blessings and come, praised in assemblies. Let those with tongues of fire and the sun as their eye, all the gods, come here with their help. May we hear what is auspicious with our ears, O gods, and see what is auspicious with our eyes. With strong bodies and limbs, praising the gods, may we live out the full span of life allotted to us. May we witness a hundred autumns, O gods, with bodies that do not grow old, where sons become fathers and life is not cut short. Aditi is the sky, Aditi is the midspace, Aditi is mother, father, and son; all the gods are Aditi, the five peoples are Aditi; Aditi is what is born and the birth-giver. May Varuṇa, with upright guidance, lead us; may Mitra, full of insight, guide us; may Aryaman, together with the gods, lead us as well. For these deities are givers of wealth, unfailing and mighty, always upholding the cosmic order. May they, immortal, grant us shelter from harm, distinguishing us from mortals and driving away hatred. May Indra, the Maruts, Pūṣan, Bhaga, and all the worthy ones open up paths for our prosperity. May Pūṣan, who leads the cows, and the swift rays make our thoughts fruitful for Viṣṇu, bringing us well-being. Sweetness flows from the winds for the righteous; sweetness pours from the rivers, and may the plants be sweet for us. Sweet is night and dawn, sweet is the earth, and sweet is the sky, our father. May sweetness be in the forest trees, in the sun, and may our cows be sweet for us. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aryaman, Indra, Bṛhaspati, and Viṣṇu of wide stride all be gracious to us. Soma, wise in understanding, leads us on the straightest path. By his guidance, our forefathers, wise among the gods, obtained the treasure. Soma is wise and skillful, all-knowing and glorious among the glorious, seeing among men. The ordinances of King Varuṇa are his; Soma’s domain is vast and deep. He is pure, dear as Mitra, skillful as Aryaman—such is the nature of Soma.