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.
अम्यक्सा त इन्द्र ऋष्टिरस्मे सनेम्यभ्वं मरुतो जुनन्ति । अग्निश्चिद्धि ष्मातसे शुशुक्वानापो न द्वीपं दधति प्रयांसि
That protection of yours, Indra, is here for us; the Maruts drive away the hostile one with their strength. Even Agni, blazing, supports you; like waters bearing an island, they carry forth your paths.
त्वं तू न इन्द्र तं रयिं दा ओजिष्ठया दक्षिणयेव रातिम् । स्तुतश्च यास्ते चकनन्त वायो स्तनं न मध्वः पीपयन्त वाजैः
You, Indra, grant to us that wealth, most mighty, as a generous gift, like a reward for skill. And those winds whom you have praised, O Vāyu, they, like streams of honey, fill the breast with riches.
त्वे राय इन्द्र तोशतमाः प्रणेतारः कस्य चिदृतायोः । ते षु णो मरुतो मृळयन्तु ये स्मा पुरा गातूयन्तीव देवाः
In you, Indra, the most delightful riches are placed, leaders of the righteous, whoever they may be. May those Maruts show us mercy, who, like gods of old, have always guided the path.
प्रति प्र याहीन्द्र मीळ्हुषो नॄन्महः पार्थिवे सदने यतस्व । अध यदेषां पृथुबुध्नास एतास्तीर्थे नार्यः पौंस्यानि तस्थुः
Come forth, Indra, to the generous men; strive for greatness in the earthly seat. For here, those of broad foundation, these noble ones, have stood firm at the crossing of heroic deeds.
प्रति घोराणामेतानामयासां मरुतां शृण्व आयतामुपब्दिः । ये मर्त्यं पृतनायन्तमूमैरृणावानं न पतयन्त सर्गैः
Hear, O Indra, the call of these fierce, tireless Maruts; let the answer come near. They, with their might, do not let the mortal who seeks battle fall, but protect him with their powers.
त्वं मानेभ्य इन्द्र विश्वजन्या रदा मरुद्भिः शुरुधो गोअग्राः । स्तवानेभि स्तवसे देव देवैर्विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
You, Indra, with the Maruts, grant all kinds of wealth to those who praise you, strong in battle, with the strength of bulls. With these hymns, you are praised, O god among gods; may we know this people, long-lived, victorious.
न नूनमस्ति नो श्वः कस्तद्वेद यदद्भुतम् । अन्यस्य चित्तमभि संचरेण्यमुताधीतं वि नश्यति
There is truly no today or tomorrow; who knows what is wondrous? The mind of another is hard to follow; even what is learned is lost.
किं न इन्द्र जिघांससि भ्रातरो मरुतस्तव । तेभिः कल्पस्व साधुया मा नः समरणे वधीः
Why, Indra, do you wish to harm us? The Maruts are your brothers. Act together with them in goodness; do not strike us down in battle.
किं नो भ्रातरगस्त्य सखा सन्नति मन्यसे । विद्मा हि ते यथा मनोऽस्मभ्यमिन्न दित्ससि
Why, O brother Agastya, though you are a friend, do you think ill of us? For we know your mind—how you do not wish to give to us.
अरं कृण्वन्तु वेदिं समग्निमिन्धतां पुरः । तत्रामृतस्य चेतनं यज्ञं ते तनवावहै
Let them prepare the altar well, and kindle the fire in front. There let us bring the awareness of immortality, and offer you the sacrifice.
त्वमीशिषे वसुपते वसूनां त्वं मित्राणां मित्रपते धेष्ठः । इन्द्र त्वं मरुद्भिः सं वदस्वाध प्राशान ऋतुथा हवींषि
You are the lord of wealth, master of treasures; you are the best of friends, O lord of friendship. Indra, speak together with the Maruts; then, accept the offerings in due order.
प्रति व एना नमसाहमेमि सूक्तेन भिक्षे सुमतिं तुराणाम् । रराणता मरुतो वेद्याभिर्नि हेळो धत्त वि मुचध्वमश्वान्
With reverence I approach you with this hymn, seeking the favor of the swift ones. O Maruts, granting gifts worthy of knowing, remove reproach and release the horses.
एष व स्तोमो मरुतो नमस्वान्हृदा तष्टो मनसा धायि देवाः । उपेमा यात मनसा जुषाणा यूयं हि ष्ठा नमस इद्वृधासः
This praise, O Maruts, is offered to you with reverence, shaped in the heart, set in the mind, O gods. Come here, accepting with your minds, for you are indeed strengthened by reverence.
स्तुतासो नो मरुतो मृळयन्तूत स्तुतो मघवा शम्भविष्ठः । ऊर्ध्वा नः सन्तु कोम्या वनान्यहानि विश्वा मरुतो जिगीषा
May the praised Maruts show us mercy, and may the praised Maghavan, most gracious, do so as well. May our pleasant woods stand upright, and may the Maruts grant us victory every day.
अस्मादहं तविषादीषमाण इन्द्राद्भिया मरुतो रेजमानः । युष्मभ्यं हव्या निशितान्यासन्तान्यारे चकृमा मृळता नः
From this strength I seek protection, fleeing in fear from Indra, O Maruts. May the sharp offerings be for you; we have acted differently—show us mercy.
येन मानासश्चितयन्त उस्रा व्युष्टिषु शवसा शश्वतीनाम् । स नो मरुद्भिर्वृषभ श्रवो धा उग्र उग्रेभि स्थविरः सहोदाः
By whom the mornings are counted, the dawns in their brightness, with the strength of the mighty, ever enduring—may he, the bull with the Maruts, grant us fame, the strong one, steadfast, with the fierce.
त्वं पाहीन्द्र सहीयसो नॄन्भवा मरुद्भिरवयातहेळाः । सुप्रकेतेभिः सासहिर्दधानो विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्
Protect us, Indra, with those who are stronger; be with the Maruts, warding off reproach. Bearing good guidance, conquering, may we know this people, long-lived, victorious.
चित्रो वोऽस्तु यामश्चित्र ऊती सुदानवः । मरुतो अहिभानवः
Let your approach be splendid, let your aid be splendid, O generous ones, O Maruts, shining like serpents.
आरे सा वः सुदानवो मरुत ऋञ्जती शरुः । आरे अश्मा यमस्यथ
Far away be your sharp weapon, O generous Maruts; far away may you cast the stone, O mighty ones.
तृणस्कन्दस्य नु विशः परि वृङ्क्त सुदानवः । ऊर्ध्वान्नः कर्त जीवसे
Around the dwelling of Tṛṇaskanda, O generous ones, you spread; raise us upright for life.