यामं येष्ठाः शुभा शोभिष्ठाः श्रिया सम्मिश्ला ओजोभिरुग्राः
You are most desirable, splendid, shining with beauty, united in glory, mighty with strength, formidable.
उग्रं व ओज स्थिरा शवांस्यधा मरुद्भिर्गणस्तुविष्मान्
Your power is fierce, your strength firm, your energies enduring; the host of the Maruts is exceedingly mighty.
शुभ्रो वः शुष्मः क्रुध्मी मनांसि धुनिर्मुनिरिव शर्धस्य धृष्णोः
Your force is bright, your wrath intense, your minds are stirring, like a sage rousing the might of a troop.
सनेम्यस्मद्युयोत दिद्युं मा वो दुर्मतिरिह प्रणङ्नः
May the lightning keep us safe from harm; let not your ill will come near us here.
प्रिया वो नाम हुवे तुराणामा यत्तृपन्मरुतो वावशानाः
I call upon your beloved name, O swift ones, you Maruts who delight in the offering.
स्वायुधास इष्मिणः सुनिष्का उत स्वयं तन्वः शुम्भमानाः
Armed with your own weapons, adorned with good ornaments, you shine forth, each one displaying your own form.
शुची वो हव्या मरुतः शुचीनां शुचिं हिनोम्यध्वरं शुचिभ्यः । ऋतेन सत्यमृतसाप आयञ्छुचिजन्मानः शुचयः पावकाः
Pure are your offerings, O Maruts, among the pure; I present a pure sacrifice to the pure ones. By truth, you approach the true rite, born pure, pure and radiant.
अंसेष्वा मरुतः खादयो वो वक्षस्सु रुक्मा उपशिश्रियाणाः । वि विद्युतो न वृष्टिभी रुचाना अनु स्वधामायुधैर्यच्छमानाः
On your shoulders, O Maruts, are your ornaments; on your breasts, golden decorations are laid. Like flashes of lightning with showers, you shine forth, moving with your own weapons in order.
प्र बुध्न्या व ईरते महांसि प्र नामानि प्रयज्यवस्तिरध्वम् । सहस्रियं दम्यं भागमेतं गृहमेधीयं मरुतो जुषध्वम्
The great deeds of yours are awakened, O Maruts; your names are proclaimed in the sacred rites. Accept this thousandfold, noble share, this household portion, O Maruts.
यदि स्तुतस्य मरुतो अधीथेत्था विप्रस्य वाजिनो हवीमन् । मक्षू रायः सुवीर्यस्य दात नू चिद्यमन्य आदभदरावा
If, O Maruts, you heed the praise of the one who lauds you, the inspired, the strong in sacrifice, then swiftly grant wealth and heroic strength; let not another, O roaring ones, surpass us.
अत्यासो न ये मरुतः स्वञ्चो यक्षदृशो न शुभयन्त मर्याः । ते हर्म्येष्ठाः शिशवो न शुभ्रा वत्सासो न प्रक्रीळिनः पयोधाः
Like horses, O Maruts, swift and adorned, like young men shining in appearance, you dwell in palaces, bright as calves, playful as frolicking milk-fed young.
दशस्यन्तो नो मरुतो मृळन्तु वरिवस्यन्तो रोदसी सुमेके । आरे गोहा नृहा वधो वो अस्तु सुम्नेभिरस्मे वसवो नमध्वम्
Favour us, O Maruts, grant us mercy; make the two worlds easy to traverse. Let your slaughter be far from cattle and men; with goodwill, O Vasus, accept our homage.
आ वो होता जोहवीति सत्तः सत्राचीं रातिं मरुतो गृणानः । य ईवतो वृषणो अस्ति गोपाः सो अद्वयावी हवते व उक्थैः
The priest, seated, calls you, O Maruts, with praise, seeking your generous gift. He who is eager, strong, and a protector, he invokes you with hymns, O Maruts.
इमे तुरं मरुतो रामयन्तीमे सहः सहस आ नमन्ति । इमे शंसं वनुष्यतो नि पान्ति गुरु द्वेषो अररुषे दधन्ति
These Maruts bring strength, these bow to might; these protect the praise of the worshipper, warding off heavy hatred, placing it upon the hostile.
इमे रध्रं चिन्मरुतो जुनन्ति भृमिं चिद्यथा वसवो जुषन्त । अप बाधध्वं वृषणस्तमांसि धत्त विश्वं तनयं तोकमस्मे
These Maruts even help the weak, as Vasus they favour the humble. Drive away all darkness, O mighty ones, grant us all offspring and descendants.
मा वो दात्रान्मरुतो निरराम मा पश्चाद्दघ्म रथ्यो विभागे । आ न स्पार्हे भजतना वसव्ये यदीं सुजातं वृषणो वो अस्ति
Let not your gifts, O Maruts, be withdrawn from us; let us not come last in the division of wealth. Distribute to us the desirable share, O Vasus, if your manly power is well-born.
सं यद्धनन्त मन्युभिर्जनासः शूरा यह्वीष्वोषधीषु विक्षु । अध स्मा नो मरुतो रुद्रियासस्त्रातारो भूत पृतनास्वर्यः
When people join together with their spirits, heroes, strong in horses, among plants and clans, then, O Maruts, O children of Rudra, be our protectors in battles, victorious.
भूरि चक्र मरुतः पित्र्याण्युक्थानि या वः शस्यन्ते पुरा चित् । मरुद्भिरुग्रः पृतनासु साळ्हा मरुद्भिरित्सनिता वाजमर्वा
Much have you done, O Maruts, the ancestral hymns which have long been praised for you. Fierce with the Maruts, victorious in battles, with the Maruts one wins the prize, the swift steed.
अस्मे वीरो मरुतः शुष्म्यस्तु जनानां यो असुरो विधर्ता । अपो येन सुक्षितये तरेमाध स्वमोको अभि वः स्याम
May there be a mighty hero among us, O Maruts, strong among people, who is a lord, an arranger; by whom we may cross over the waters for safe dwelling. May we, with our own household, come near to you.
तन्न इन्द्रो वरुणो मित्रो अग्निराप ओषधीर्वनिनो जुषन्त । शर्मन्स्याम मरुतामुपस्थे यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
May Indra, Varuṇa, Mitra, Agni, the Waters, the Plants, and the Forests accept this for us. May we find shelter in the lap of the Maruts. May you always protect us with well-being.
मध्वो वो नाम मारुतं यजत्राः प्र यज्ञेषु शवसा मदन्ति । ये रेजयन्ति रोदसी चिदुर्वी पिन्वन्त्युत्सं यदयासुरुग्राः
O worshipful Maruts, your honeyed name is praised; in the sacrifices, the strong rejoice. You who make even heaven and earth tremble, you fill the wellspring when you, mighty ones, set forth.
निचेतारो हि मरुतो गृणन्तं प्रणेतारो यजमानस्य मन्म । अस्माकमद्य विदथेषु बर्हिरा वीतये सदत पिप्रियाणाः
For the Maruts are attentive to the one who praises, guides of the worshipper’s hymn. May you today, delighted, sit on our sacred grass in the assemblies, for our benefit.
नैतावदन्ये मरुतो यथेमे भ्राजन्ते रुक्मैरायुधैस्तनूभिः । आ रोदसी विश्वपिशः पिशानाः समानमञ्ज्यञ्जते शुभे कम्
No others are like these Maruts, who shine with golden weapons and bodies. Across heaven and earth, all-adorned, they bind their bright ornaments together in beauty.
ऋधक्सा वो मरुतो दिद्युदस्तु यद्व आगः पुरुषता कराम । मा वस्तस्यामपि भूमा यजत्रा अस्मे वो अस्तु सुमतिश्चनिष्ठा
May your lightning, O Maruts, be for our increase. If we have committed any offense through human weakness, do not let us fall into want, O worshipful ones. May your most favorable thought be with us.
कृते चिदत्र मरुतो रणन्तानवद्यासः शुचयः पावकाः । प्र णोऽवत सुमतिभिर्यजत्राः प्र वाजेभिस्तिरत पुष्यसे नः
Even when the deed is done, O Maruts, you roar, flawless, pure, and radiant. Protect us with your gracious thoughts, O worshipful ones; grant us prosperity with your gifts.
उत स्तुतासो मरुतो व्यन्तु विश्वेभिर्नामभिर्नरो हवींषि । ददात नो अमृतस्य प्रजायै जिगृत रायः सूनृता मघानि
May the praised Maruts heed our offerings, O men, with all their names. Give us a share of immortality for our offspring; grant us wealth, good speech, and gifts.
आ स्तुतासो मरुतो विश्व ऊती अच्छा सूरीन्सर्वताता जिगात । ये नस्त्मना शतिनो वर्धयन्ति यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
May the praised Maruts come with all help; approach the generous lords, all-protecting. You who, by your own power, make us flourish—may you always protect us with well-being.
प्र साकमुक्षे अर्चता गणाय यो दैव्यस्य धाम्नस्तुविष्मान् । उत क्षोदन्ति रोदसी महित्वा नक्षन्ते नाकं निरृतेरवंशात्
Raise your voices together for the troop, for him who is mighty in the divine domain. They shake heaven and earth by their greatness; they do not allow the summit to be seized by destruction.
जनूश्चिद्वो मरुतस्त्वेष्येण भीमासस्तुविमन्यवोऽयासः । प्र ये महोभिरोजसोत सन्ति विश्वो वो यामन्भयते स्वर्दृक्
Even from birth, O Maruts, you are fierce, formidable, strong in will. Those who are mighty in strength and vigor, all the world fears your coming, O seers of the sun.
बृहद्वयो मघवद्भ्यो दधात जुजोषन्निन्मरुतः सुष्टुतिं नः । गतो नाध्वा वि तिराति जन्तुं प्र ण स्पार्हाभिरूतिभिस्तिरेत
Bestow great strength on the generous, O Maruts, accepting our good praise. Having come along the path, drive away the foe; protect us with your splendid aids.