गोमदश्वावद्रथवत्सुवीरं चन्द्रवद्राधो मरुतो ददा नः । प्रशस्तिं नः कृणुत रुद्रियासो भक्षीय वोऽवसो दैव्यस्य
Grant us wealth of cattle, horses, chariots, and noble sons, radiant prosperity, O Maruts. Bestow praise upon us, O Rudrian ones; may we enjoy your divine favor.
हये नरो मरुतो मृळता नस्तुवीमघासो अमृता ऋतज्ञाः । सत्यश्रुतः कवयो युवानो बृहद्गिरयो बृहदुक्षमाणाः
O men, O Maruts, be gracious to us—abundant in gifts, immortal, knowers of truth. True to hearing, wise, youthful, mighty as great mountains, greatly sustaining.
तमु नूनं तविषीमन्तमेषां स्तुषे गणं मारुतं नव्यसीनाम् । य आश्वश्वा अमवद्वहन्त उतेशिरे अमृतस्य स्वराजः
Now I praise the most powerful among them, the Marut host, ever new. They bear swift horses, mighty in strength, shining, sovereigns of immortality.
त्वेषं गणं तवसं खादिहस्तं धुनिव्रतं मायिनं दातिवारम् । मयोभुवो ये अमिता महित्वा वन्दस्व विप्र तुविराधसो नॄन्
Fierce is the host, strong, with jaws like blades, steadfast in their purpose, skilled in magic, givers of gifts. O sage, praise those Maruts who are boundless in greatness and generous to men.
आ वो यन्तूदवाहासो अद्य वृष्टिं ये विश्वे मरुतो जुनन्ति । अयं यो अग्निर्मरुतः समिद्ध एतं जुषध्वं कवयो युवानः
Let your swift chariots come today, O Maruts, who all bring rain. This fire, O Maruts, is kindled; accept it, O wise, youthful ones.
यूयं राजानमिर्यं जनाय विभ्वतष्टं जनयथा यजत्राः । युष्मदेति मुष्टिहा बाहुजूतो युष्मत्सदश्वो मरुतः सुवीरः
You, worshipful ones, make the king renowned among the people, you generate him, splendid, for the sacrifice. From you comes the fist-wielder, strong-armed; from you, the noble horse, O Maruts.
अरा इवेदचरमा अहेव प्रप्र जायन्ते अकवा महोभिः । पृश्नेः पुत्रा उपमासो रभिष्ठाः स्वया मत्या मरुतः सं मिमिक्षुः
Like wanderers, they move as if unrestrained, ever born anew, mighty in deeds. Sons of Prishni, most excellent, seeking to unite with their own wisdom, O Maruts.
यत्प्रायासिष्ट पृषतीभिरश्वैर्वीळुपविभिर्मरुतो रथेभिः । क्षोदन्त आपो रिणते वनान्यवोस्रियो वृषभः क्रन्दतु द्यौः
When you advance with your spotted horses and chariots adorned with gold, O Maruts, you churn the waters, break the forests, and the bull roars, the sky thunders.
प्रथिष्ट यामन्पृथिवी चिदेषां भर्तेव गर्भं स्वमिच्छवो धुः । वातान्ह्यश्वान्धुर्यायुयुज्रे वर्षं स्वेदं चक्रिरे रुद्रियासः
You spread your movement so widely that even the earth yields, like a mother bearing her child. The wind-horses are yoked to the chariot, and the Rudrian ones make rain and sweat.
हये नरो मरुतो मृळता नस्तुवीमघासो अमृता ऋतज्ञाः । सत्यश्रुतः कवयो युवानो बृहद्गिरयो बृहदुक्षमाणाः
O men, O Maruts, be gracious to us—abundant in gifts, immortal, knowers of truth. True to hearing, wise, youthful, mighty as great mountains, greatly sustaining.
प्र व स्पळक्रन्सुविताय दावनेऽर्चा दिवे प्र पृथिव्या ऋतं भरे । उक्षन्ते अश्वान्तरुषन्त आ रजोऽनु स्वं भानुं श्रथयन्ते अर्णवैः
I send forth praise for well-being, offering to heaven and earth the truth. They pour out, their horses are red, they fill the expanse, spreading their own radiance with waves.
अमादेषां भियसा भूमिरेजति नौर्न पूर्णा क्षरति व्यथिर्यती । दूरेदृशो ये चितयन्त एमभिरन्तर्महे विदथे येतिरे नरः
Through their might, the earth trembles in fear, like a full boat spilling, shaken. Far-seeing, they mark these signs; among the great assembly, the men strive with them.
गवामिव श्रियसे शृङ्गमुत्तमं सूर्यो न चक्षू रजसो विसर्जने । अत्या इव सुभ्वश्चारव स्थन मर्या इव श्रियसे चेतथा नरः
Like the finest horn for the glory of cows, like the eye of the sun in the expanse of the sky, you shine forth; like swift horses, splendid in their beauty, you stand forth, O men, for glory, and you are perceived by people.
को वो महान्ति महतामुदश्नवत्कस्काव्या मरुतः को ह पौंस्या । यूयं ह भूमिं किरणं न रेजथ प्र यद्भरध्वे सुविताय दावने
Who among you, O Maruts, possesses the greatest of great powers? Who has the most wondrous manliness? Indeed, when you set the earth trembling like a blade of grass, you move forth to bestow good fortune.
अश्वा इवेदरुषासः सबन्धवः शूरा इव प्रयुधः प्रोत युयुधुः । मर्या इव सुवृधो वावृधुर्नरः सूर्यस्य चक्षुः प्र मिनन्ति वृष्टिभिः
Like reddish horses with their companions, like warriors eager for battle, you have joined together in combat; like vigorous youths, you have grown strong, O men, and with your rains you obscure the eye of the sun.
ते अज्येष्ठा अकनिष्ठास उद्भिदोऽमध्यमासो महसा वि वावृधुः । सुजातासो जनुषा पृश्निमातरो दिवो मर्या आ नो अच्छा जिगातन
They are neither eldest nor youngest, ever springing forth, with none among them in the middle; by their greatness they have grown vast. Well-born by birth, children of Prisni, O sons of heaven, come to us.
वयो न ये श्रेणीः पप्तुरोजसान्तान्दिवो बृहतः सानुनस्परि । अश्वास एषामुभये यथा विदुः प्र पर्वतस्य नभनूँरचुच्यवुः
Like flocks of birds, they have soared in ranks with power, beyond the peaks of the great sky; their horses, both kinds, know their ways, and they have shaken the summits of the mountain and the sky.
मिमातु द्यौरदितिर्वीतये नः सं दानुचित्रा उषसो यतन्ताम् । आचुच्यवुर्दिव्यं कोशमेत ऋषे रुद्रस्य मरुतो गृणानाः
May the sky and Aditi measure out protection for us; may the shining Dawns strive together. The Maruts, singers of Rudra, have opened the celestial vessel, O seer.
ईळे अग्निं स्ववसं नमोभिरिह प्रसत्तो वि चयत्कृतं नः । रथैरिव प्र भरे वाजयद्भिः प्रदक्षिणिन्मरुतां स्तोममृध्याम्
I praise Agni, the gracious, with reverence here, well-placed, discerning our deeds; like chariots eager for battle, may I strengthen the hymn of the Maruts, moving in a circle.
आ ये तस्थुः पृषतीषु श्रुतासु सुखेषु रुद्रा मरुतो रथेषु । वना चिदुग्रा जिहते नि वो भिया पृथिवी चिद्रेजते पर्वतश्चित्
Where you, O Rudras, Maruts, have stood in your adorned, pleasant chariots, even the forests, O mighty ones, are terrified by your might; the earth itself trembles, and so does the mountain.
पर्वतश्चिन्महि वृद्धो बिभाय दिवश्चित्सानु रेजत स्वने वः । यत्क्रीळथ मरुत ऋष्टिमन्त आप इव सध्र्यञ्चो धवध्वे
Even the great, grown mountain is afraid, and the summit of heaven trembles at your sound; when you, Maruts, play with your spears, you rush together like waters in unison.
वरा इवेद्रैवतासो हिरण्यैरभि स्वधाभिस्तन्वः पिपिश्रे । श्रिये श्रेयांसस्तवसो रथेषु सत्रा महांसि चक्रिरे तनूषु
Like splendid ones, adorned with gold, they have covered their bodies with their own power; for glory, the most glorious, strong in their chariots, together they have accomplished great deeds in their forms.
अज्येष्ठासो अकनिष्ठास एते सं भ्रातरो वावृधुः सौभगाय । युवा पिता स्वपा रुद्र एषां सुदुघा पृश्निः सुदिना मरुद्भ्यः
These are neither eldest nor youngest; brothers all, they have grown together for good fortune. Their youthful father, wise Rudra, and their nourishing mother Prisni, grant fair days to the Maruts.
यदुत्तमे मरुतो मध्यमे वा यद्वावमे सुभगासो दिवि ष्ठ । अतो नो रुद्रा उत वा न्वस्याग्ने वित्ताद्धविषो यद्यजाम
Whatever, O Maruts, is highest, or in the middle, or lowest, O fortunate ones, that is yours in heaven—of that, O Rudras, or perhaps of Agni, may we gain knowledge from the offering if we have invoked it.
अग्निश्च यन्मरुतो विश्ववेदसो दिवो वहध्व उत्तरादधि ष्णुभिः । ते मन्दसाना धुनयो रिशादसो वामं धत्त यजमानाय सुन्वते
When you, O all-knowing Agni and Maruts, bring from the highest heaven with your chariots, may those joyous, generous, and liberal ones grant wealth to the worshipper who pours the libation.
अग्ने मरुद्भिः शुभयद्भिरृक्वभिः सोमं पिब मन्दसानो गणश्रिभिः । पावकेभिर्विश्वमिन्वेभिरायुभिर्वैश्वानर प्रदिवा केतुना सजूः
Agni, together with the Maruts, shining and chanting, drink the Soma, delighted, with your splendid hosts; with your pure, all-pervading, immortal flames, O universal Agni, come with your sign from heaven.
के ष्ठा नरः श्रेष्ठतमा य एकएक आयय । परमस्याः परावतः
Which among you, O men, are the most excellent, who have come one by one from the farthest distance?
क्व वोऽश्वाः क्वाभीशवः कथं शेक कथा यय । पृष्ठे सदो नसोर्यमः
Where are your horses? Where are your reins? How did you manage, and how did you come? Who sits behind you as your companion?
जघने चोद एषां वि सक्थानि नरो यमुः । पुत्रकृथे न जनयः
At their back is the goad, their thighs are spread apart, O men; like fathers for the sake of sons.
परा वीरास एतन मर्यासो भद्रजानयः । अग्नितपो यथासथ
Go forth, O heroes, O youthful ones of noble birth; as you are kindled by Agni, so may you be.