उदु त्ये सूनवो गिरः काष्ठा अज्मेष्वत्नत । वाश्रा अभिज्ञु यातवे
The sons have stretched forth their voices upward, like posts on the yoke, the strong ones, eager to be recognized for the journey.
त्यं चिद्घा दीर्घं पृथुं मिहो नपातममृध्रम् । प्र च्यावयन्ति यामभिः
Even that long, broad, unyielding offspring of the cloud, they set in motion with their courses.
मरुतो यद्ध वो बलं जनाँ अचुच्यवीतन । गिरीँरचुच्यवीतन
Whenever, O Maruts, people have not withstood your strength, you have shaken even the mountains.
यद्ध यान्ति मरुतः सं ह ब्रुवतेऽध्वन्ना । शृणोति कश्चिदेषाम्
Whenever the Maruts go forth, they speak together on their path; someone surely hears them.
प्र यात शीभमाशुभिः सन्ति कण्वेषु वो दुवः । तत्रो षु मादयाध्वै
Go forth swiftly with your rapid steeds; your favor is present among the Kanvas; there, indeed, rejoice on your way.
अस्ति हि ष्मा मदाय वः स्मसि ष्मा वयमेषाम् । विश्वं चिदायुर्जीवसे
For truly, there is joy for you; we are indeed among these; may we live the full span of life.
कद्ध नूनं कधप्रियः पिता पुत्रं न हस्तयोः । दधिध्वे वृक्तबर्हिषः
How now, as one dear, do you hold us, like a father holds his son in his hands, you who are decked with sacrificial grass?
क्व नूनं कद्वो अर्थं गन्ता दिवो न पृथिव्याः । क्व वो गावो न रण्यन्ति
Where now, O Maruts, will you go for your aim, as from heaven or from earth? Where are your cows not wandering?
क्व वः सुम्ना नव्यांसि मरुतः क्व सुविता । क्वो विश्वानि सौभगा
Where are your new favors, O Maruts, where your good guidance? Where are all your blessings?
यद्यूयं पृश्निमातरो मर्तासः स्यातन । स्तोता वो अमृतः स्यात्
If you, born of Prisni, were to become mortal, may your worshipper become immortal.
मा वो मृगो न यवसे जरिता भूदजोष्यः । पथा यमस्य गादुप
Let not your singer become, like a beast at pasture, unpleasing to you, led onto the path of Yama.
मो षु णः परापरा निरृतिर्दुर्हणा वधीत् । पदीष्ट तृष्णया सह
Let not far or near destruction, hard to overcome, strike us; may you set us on a path together with water.
सत्यं त्वेषा अमवन्तो धन्वञ्चिदा रुद्रियासः । मिहं कृण्वन्त्यवाताम्
Truly, you are fierce and mighty, O Rudra-like ones, even on the plain; you make the rain without wind.
वाश्रेव विद्युन्मिमाति वत्सं न माता सिषक्ति । यदेषां वृष्टिरसर्जि
Like a cow, the lightning lows; like a mother, she lets her calf go, when their rain is released.
दिवा चित्तमः कृण्वन्ति पर्जन्येनोदवाहेन । यत्पृथिवीं व्युन्दन्ति
Even by day they make darkness, with the cloud-bearing Parjanya, when they split the earth apart.
अध स्वनान्मरुतां विश्वमा सद्म पार्थिवम् । अरेजन्त प्र मानुषाः
Then, at the roar of the Maruts, all the dwellings upon earth trembled, and people were shaken.
मरुतो वीळुपाणिभिश्चित्रा रोधस्वतीरनु । यातेमखिद्रयामभिः
O Maruts, with winnowing hands, you go along the shining, wide spaces with unwearied courses.
स्थिरा वः सन्तु नेमयो रथा अश्वास एषाम् । सुसंस्कृता अभीशवः
May your chariot-wheels be firm, your horses strong, your reins well-fashioned.
अच्छा वदा तना गिरा जरायै ब्रह्मणस्पतिम् । अग्निं मित्रं न दर्शतम्
With devoted speech, let us address Brahmanaspati for old age, Agni, the radiant friend, as one visible.
मिमीहि श्लोकमास्ये पर्जन्य इव ततनः । गाय गायत्रमुक्थ्यम्
Fashion a song from your mouth, as the rain-giver stretches forth; sing the hymn and the chant.
वन्दस्व मारुतं गणं त्वेषं पनस्युमर्किणम् । अस्मे वृद्धा असन्निह
Honor the Marut host, mighty, delightful, shining; may they, grown strong, be near to us.
प्र यदित्था परावतः शोचिर्न मानमस्यथ । कस्य क्रत्वा मरुतः कस्य वर्पसा कं याथ कं ह धूतयः
When, as now, you shine forth from afar like a flame, whose purpose, O Maruts, whose form is it? Whom do you favor, whom do your gifts support?
स्थिरा वः सन्त्वायुधा पराणुदे वीळू उत प्रतिष्कभे । युष्माकमस्तु तविषी पनीयसी मा मर्त्यस्य मायिनः
May your weapons be firm, may they cast down the foe, may they repel the fallen; let your power be most abundant, not subject to the deceit of mortals.
परा ह यत्स्थिरं हथ नरो वर्तयथा गुरु । वि याथन वनिनः पृथिव्या व्याशाः पर्वतानाम्
You hurl away what is firm, O men, you set in motion what is heavy; you loosen the forests of the earth, you split the ridges of the mountains.
नहि वः शत्रुर्विविदे अधि द्यवि न भूम्यां रिशादसः । युष्माकमस्तु तविषी तना युजा रुद्रासो नू चिदाधृषे
No enemy has found you out in heaven or on earth, O destroyers; may your power, O Rudras, be with us, yoked with our offspring, now and always.
प्र वेपयन्ति पर्वतान्वि विञ्चन्ति वनस्पतीन् । प्रो आरत मरुतो दुर्मदा इव देवासः सर्वया विशा
You make the mountains tremble, you shake the forest trees; you, Maruts, rush forth like intoxicated gods, with all your host.
उपो रथेषु पृषतीरयुग्ध्वं प्रष्टिर्वहति रोहितः । आ वो यामाय पृथिवी चिदश्रोदबीभयन्त मानुषाः
You yoke the spotted mares to your chariots, the red one draws the pole; even the earth hastens for your coming, and people are filled with fear.
आ वो मक्षू तनाय कं रुद्रा अवो वृणीमहे । गन्ता नूनं नोऽवसा यथा पुरेत्था कण्वाय बिभ्युषे
For your swift help, O Rudras, we choose your protection for our offspring; you will surely come to our aid, as before, for Kanva who was afraid.
युष्मेषितो मरुतो मर्त्येषित आ यो नो अभ्व ईषते । वि तं युयोत शवसा व्योजसा वि युष्माकाभिरूतिभिः
Whomever you, Maruts, impel, or mortals impel, whoever seeks to harm us—scatter him with your might, with your strength, with your aids.
असामि हि प्रयज्यवः कण्वं दद प्रचेतसः । असामिभिर्मरुत आ न ऊतिभिर्गन्ता वृष्टिं न विद्युतः
For you, wise ones, have always given protection to Kanva; with your aids, Maruts, you will come to us like rain and lightning.