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Let not your gifts, O Maruts, be withdrawn from us; let us not come last in the division of wealth.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.
युष्मोतो विप्रो मरुतः शतस्वी युष्मोतो अर्वा सहुरिः सहस्री । युष्मोतः सम्राळुत हन्ति वृत्रं प्र तद्वो अस्तु धूतयो देष्णम्
From you, O Maruts, the sage is hundredfold; from you, the strong is thousandfold. From you, the king slays the foe. May your impulses be most powerful for that.
ताँ आ रुद्रस्य मीळ्हुषो विवासे कुविन्नंसन्ते मरुतः पुनर्नः । यत्सस्वर्ता जिहीळिरे यदाविरव तदेन ईमहे तुराणाम्
I call upon those merciful ones of Rudra—may the Maruts return to us again. Whatever they have withheld or revealed, by that we seek the favor of the mighty.
प्र सा वाचि सुष्टुतिर्मघोनामिदं सूक्तं मरुतो जुषन्त । आराच्चिद्द्वेषो वृषणो युयोत यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
May this well-praised hymn, this song, be pleasing to the generous Maruts. Drive away hatred from afar, O mighty ones. May you always protect us with well-being.
यं त्रायध्व इदमिदं देवासो यं च नयथ । तस्मा अग्ने वरुण मित्रार्यमन्मरुतः शर्म यच्छत
Whomever you gods protect, whomever you lead—O Agni, Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman, Maruts—grant him your shelter.
युष्माकं देवा अवसाहनि प्रिय ईजानस्तरति द्विषः । प्र स क्षयं तिरते वि महीरिषो यो वो वराय दाशति
With your help, O gods, the worshipper overcomes his foes in battle. He crosses over to prosperity, to great riches, who serves you for favor.
नहि वश्चरमं चन वसिष्ठः परिमंसते । अस्माकमद्य मरुतः सुते सचा विश्वे पिबत कामिनः
Not even for a moment does Vasiṣṭha neglect you. Today, O Maruts, join us at the pressing of the Soma; all you desirous ones, drink.
नहि व ऊतिः पृतनासु मर्धति यस्मा अराध्वं नरः । अभि व आवर्त्सुमतिर्नवीयसी तूयं यात पिपीषवः
No protection fails in battle for those men who have sought your favor; your ever-renewing goodwill turns towards you, O eager ones.
ओ षु घृष्विराधसो यातनान्धांसि पीतये । इमा वो हव्या मरुतो ररे हि कं मो ष्वन्यत्र गन्तन
Come now, O givers of strength, dispel the darkness for drinking; accept these offerings, O Maruts, do not go elsewhere.
आ च नो बर्हिः सदताविता च न स्पार्हाणि दातवे वसु । अस्रेधन्तो मरुतः सोम्ये मधौ स्वाहेह मादयाध्वै
Come, sit upon our sacred grass, and as benefactors, grant us splendid wealth; unwavering Maruts, rejoice here in the sweet Soma, in the sacrifice.
सस्वश्चिद्धि तन्वः शुम्भमाना आ हंसासो नीलपृष्ठा अपप्तन् । विश्वं शर्धो अभितो मा नि षेद नरो न रण्वाः सवने मदन्तः
Even those who are adorned, shining in their forms, like blue-backed swans, have flown forth; let your whole host not sit apart from me, O men, delighting in the pressing of the Soma.