विश्वानि भद्रा मरुतो रथेषु वो मिथस्पृध्येव तविषाण्याहिता । अंसेष्वा वः प्रपथेषु खादयोऽक्षो वश्चक्रा समया वि वावृते
All auspicious powers are placed in your chariots, Maruts, like rivals striving with vigor. On your shoulders, on the paths, are ornaments; the axle and wheels turn together, spreading far.
भूरीणि भद्रा नर्येषु बाहुषु वक्षस्सु रुक्मा रभसासो अञ्जयः । अंसेष्वेताः पविषु क्षुरा अधि वयो न पक्षान्व्यनु श्रियो धिरे
Many splendid adornments are on your noble arms, on your breasts are golden ornaments, shining and swift. On your shoulders, on the shafts, are blades; like wings on birds, your splendors are arranged.
महान्तो मह्ना विभ्वो विभूतयो दूरेदृशो ये दिव्या इव स्तृभिः । मन्द्राः सुजिह्वाः स्वरितार आसभिः सम्मिश्ला इन्द्रे मरुतः परिष्टुभः
Great in greatness, abundant in abundance, far-seeing, like heavenly beings with beauty. Delightful, well-tongued, sounding with voices, mingled with Indra, Maruts, you sing the stotra.
तद्वः सुजाता मरुतो महित्वनं दीर्घं वो दात्रमदितेरिव व्रतम् । इन्द्रश्चन त्यजसा वि ह्रुणाति तज्जनाय यस्मै सुकृते अराध्वम्
This is your noble greatness, Maruts, your long-lasting gift, your vow like that of Aditi. Even Indra cannot surpass it by force; you grant favor to the one who acts well.
तद्वो जामित्वं मरुतः परे युगे पुरू यच्छंसममृतास आवत । अया धिया मनवे श्रुष्टिमाव्या साकं नरो दंसनैरा चिकित्रिरे
This is your kinship, Maruts, from ancient times, when you, immortal ones, bring blessings. With this thought, you have made yourselves known to Manu, together, O men, with your shining weapons.
येन दीर्घं मरुतः शूशवाम युष्माकेन परीणसा तुरासः । आ यत्ततनन्वृजने जनास एभिर्यज्ञेभिस्तदभीष्टिमश्याम्
By which, Maruts, we have long praised you, by your protection, O swift ones. When the people spread out, let us attain the desired goal with these sacrifices.
एष व स्तोमो मरुत इयं गीर्मान्दार्यस्य मान्यस्य कारोः । एषा यासीष्ट तन्वे वयां विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
This praise is for you, Maruts, this song from the poet Mandarya, the honored one. May this be wished for the body, may we know this people, long-lived and strong.
सहस्रं त इन्द्रोतयो नः सहस्रमिषो हरिवो गूर्ततमाः । सहस्रं रायो मादयध्यै सहस्रिण उप नो यन्तु वाजाः
A thousand, O Indra, are your helps for us; a thousand riches, O golden one, most praised. A thousand joys for delight; let the thousand-bearing steeds come to us.
आ नोऽवोभिर्मरुतो यान्त्वच्छा ज्येष्ठेभिर्वा बृहद्दिवैः सुमायाः । अध यदेषां नियुतः परमाः समुद्रस्य चिद्धनयन्त पारे
Let the Maruts come to us with their aid, with the eldest, with the great heavens, with good wisdom. When their troops reach the farthest shore, they even cross the ocean.
मिम्यक्ष येषु सुधिता घृताची हिरण्यनिर्णिगुपरा न ऋष्टिः । गुहा चरन्ती मनुषो न योषा सभावती विदथ्येव सं वाक्
Among whom are well-made, shining chariots, with golden fittings, like a sharp spear. Moving secretly, like a woman among men, the speech comes together in the assembly.
परा शुभ्रा अयासो यव्या साधारण्येव मरुतो मिमिक्षुः । न रोदसी अप नुदन्त घोरा जुषन्त वृधं सख्याय देवाः
The bright ones, the swift, have gone forth, like those sharing a common path, the Maruts have moved. The terrible ones do not drive away the earth and sky; the gods accept the aged for friendship.
जोषद्यदीमसुर्या सचध्यै विषितस्तुका रोदसी नृमणाः । आ सूर्येव विधतो रथं गात्त्वेषप्रतीका नभसो नेत्या
When he desires to join with the Sun, he, swift and praised, fills the two worlds with his strength; like the Sun, he guides the chariot skillfully, his fierce aspect leading it through the sky.
आस्थापयन्त युवतिं युवानः शुभे निमिश्लां विदथेषु पज्राम् । अर्को यद्वो मरुतो हविष्मान्गायद्गाथं सुतसोमो दुवस्यन्
The young men set forth the youthful maiden, beautiful and blinking, in the gatherings; when the sacrificial song is offered to you, Maruts, the Soma-pressers sing the hymn with devotion.
प्र तं विवक्मि वक्म्यो य एषां मरुतां महिमा सत्यो अस्ति । सचा यदीं वृषमणा अहंयु स्थिरा चिज्जनीर्वहते सुभागाः
I proclaim that greatness of theirs, which is truly the majesty of the Maruts; when they unite, the mighty ones, even the firm-born, the blessed, are carried forth by their power.
पान्ति मित्रावरुणाववद्याच्चयत ईमर्यमो अप्रशस्तान् । उत च्यवन्ते अच्युता ध्रुवाणि वावृध ईं मरुतो दातिवारः
Mitra and Varuna protect from blame, and Yama removes the unworthy; even the fixed and steadfast things are shaken, for the Maruts, the generous, increase their gifts.
नही नु वो मरुतो अन्त्यस्मे आरात्ताच्चिच्छवसो अन्तमापुः । ते धृष्णुना शवसा शूशुवांसोऽर्णो न द्वेषो धृषता परि ष्ठुः
Indeed, Maruts, none among you is the last for us; even from afar, your power reaches its limit; with bold might, shining, you roar, like waves, fierce, surrounding with strength.
वयमद्येन्द्रस्य प्रेष्ठा वयं श्वो वोचेमहि समर्ये । वयं पुरा महि च नो अनु द्यून्तन्न ऋभुक्षा नरामनु ष्यात्
Today we are the favorites of Indra, and tomorrow we shall speak in the contest; in times past and in the days to come, may the noble ones, the Ribhus, follow us.
एष व स्तोमो मरुत इयं गीर्मान्दार्यस्य मान्यस्य कारोः । एषा यासीष्ट तन्वे वयां विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
This praise, Maruts, this song, is from the poet Mandarya, worthy of honor; may this be granted to our descendants, may we know this people, long-lived.
यज्ञायज्ञा वः समना तुतुर्वणिर्धियंधियं वो देवया उ दधिध्वे । आ वोऽर्वाचः सुविताय रोदस्योर्महे ववृत्यामवसे सुवृक्तिभिः
Sacrifice after sacrifice, with united minds, you have spread wisdom, O gods; we invoke you from nearby for good fortune, with strong hymns, for great help.
वव्रासो न ये स्वजाः स्वतवस इषं स्वरभिजायन्त धूतयः । सहस्रियासो अपां नोर्मय आसा गावो वन्द्यासो नोक्षणः
Like calves, born of their own strength, the streams have produced nourishment and light; mighty, they move upon the waters, these cows, worthy of praise, never ceasing.
सोमासो न ये सुतास्तृप्तांशवो हृत्सु पीतासो दुवसो नासते । ऐषामंसेषु रम्भिणीव रारभे हस्तेषु खादिश्च कृतिश्च सं दधे
Like pressed Somas, satisfied and full, they drink in the heart, the blessed ones sit; in their flesh, like a lush creeper, they delight, in their hands, food and work are placed together.
अव स्वयुक्ता दिव आ वृथा ययुरमर्त्याः कशया चोदत त्मना । अरेणवस्तुविजाता अचुच्यवुर्दृळ्हानि चिन्मरुतो भ्राजदृष्टयः
Self-yoked from heaven, the immortals have come swiftly, urged by their own will; born of dust, they shake even the firm things, the Maruts, with shining vision.
को वोऽन्तर्मरुत ऋष्टिविद्युतो रेजति त्मना हन्वेव जिह्वया । धन्वच्युत इषां न यामनि पुरुप्रैषा अहन्यो नैतशः
Who among you, Maruts, flashes with inner lightning, stirring by his own will, like a tongue striking; moving on the sands, in pursuit of nourishment, with many paths, like a youngling, he goes here and there.
क्व स्विदस्य रजसो महस्परं क्वावरं मरुतो यस्मिन्नायय । यच्च्यावयथ विथुरेव संहितं व्यद्रिणा पतथ त्वेषमर्णवम्
Where, indeed, is the boundary of this vast realm, where is the shelter in which the Maruts have arrived; when you shake together the gathered things, like a winnower, you fly over the mighty ocean with force.
सातिर्न वोऽमवती स्वर्वती त्वेषा विपाका मरुतः पिपिष्वती । भद्रा वो रातिः पृणतो न दक्षिणा पृथुज्रयी असुर्येव जञ्जती
Your protection is helpful, full of light, fierce, ripened, Maruts, desiring to nourish; your generous gift is auspicious, like a giver, broad-spread, powerful, like a lord, restless.
प्रति ष्टोभन्ति सिन्धवः पविभ्यो यदभ्रियां वाचमुदीरयन्ति । अव स्मयन्त विद्युतः पृथिव्यां यदी घृतं मरुतः प्रुष्णुवन्ति
The rivers resound in response to the winds, when they utter their speech in abundance; the lightnings shine upon the earth, when the Maruts sprinkle the butter.
असूत पृश्निर्महते रणाय त्वेषमयासां मरुतामनीकम् । ते सप्सरासोऽजनयन्ताभ्वमादित्स्वधामिषिरां पर्यपश्यन्
Prishni has given birth for great battle, the fierce host of the Maruts; they, sparkling, have produced the waters, seeking nourishment, they observed the offerings all around.
एष व स्तोमो मरुत इयं गीर्मान्दार्यस्य मान्यस्य कारोः । एषा यासीष्ट तन्वे वयां विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
This praise, Maruts, this song, is from the poet Mandarya, worthy of honor; may this be granted to our descendants, may we know this people, long-lived.
महश्चित्त्वमिन्द्र यत एतान्महश्चिदसि त्यजसो वरूता । स नो वेधो मरुतां चिकित्वान्सुम्ना वनुष्व तव हि प्रेष्ठा
O Indra, you are great, and from you comes these mighty ones; you are the protector of the powerful; may the wise creator, knowing the Maruts, grant us favor, for we are your favorites.
अयुज्रन्त इन्द्र विश्वकृष्टीर्विदानासो निष्षिधो मर्त्यत्रा । मरुतां पृत्सुतिर्हासमाना स्वर्मीळ्हस्य प्रधनस्य सातौ
O Indra, the unyoked ones have set in motion all the peoples; the wise, unopposed by mortals, the Maruts' contest, shining forth, in the battle for the sun-filled prize.