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.
यो नो मरुतो अभि दुर्हृणायुस्तिरश्चित्तानि वसवो जिघांसति । द्रुहः पाशान्प्रति स मुचीष्ट तपिष्ठेन हन्मना हन्तना तम्
Whoever, O Maruts, with hostile intent seeks to harm us, O Vasus, or wishes to strike us from the side—release us from the snares of deceit; with your most blazing weapon, strike down that one.
सांतपना इदं हविर्मरुतस्तज्जुजुष्टन । युष्माकोती रिशादसः
O Maruts, accept this offering of those who are heated with zeal; may your protection, O destroyers of foes, be with us.
गृहमेधास आ गत मरुतो माप भूतन । युष्माकोती सुदानवः
Come, O Maruts, to the householder's rite, do not be absent; may your protection, O generous ones, be with us.
इहेह वः स्वतवसः कवयः सूर्यत्वचः । यज्ञं मरुत आ वृणे
Here, O possessors of true strength, wise ones, radiant as the sun, I choose you, Maruts, for the sacrifice.
त्र्यम्बकं यजामहे सुगन्धिं पुष्टिवर्धनम् । उर्वारुकमिव बन्धनान्मृत्योर्मुक्षीय मामृतात्
We worship Tryambaka, the fragrant one, the increaser of prosperity; may I be released from death as a cucumber from its stem, but not from immortality.
यदद्य सूर्य ब्रवोऽनागा उद्यन्मित्राय वरुणाय सत्यम् । वयं देवत्रादिते स्याम तव प्रियासो अर्यमन्गृणन्तः
Whatever I speak today, O Sun, as you rise, let it be true for Mitra and Varuna; may we, O Aditi, be your beloved ones among the gods, singing your praise, O Aryaman.
एष स्य मित्रावरुणा नृचक्षा उभे उदेति सूर्यो अभि ज्मन् । विश्वस्य स्थातुर्जगतश्च गोपा ऋजु मर्तेषु वृजिना च पश्यन्
This Sun, O Mitra and Varuna, rises with the vision of men, traversing both paths; he is the guardian of all that stands and moves, seeing both the straight and the crooked among mortals.
अयुक्त सप्त हरितः सधस्थाद्या ईं वहन्ति सूर्यं घृताचीः । धामानि मित्रावरुणा युवाकुः सं यो यूथेव जनिमानि चष्टे
Seven bay steeds, yoked to the place of assembly, carry the Sun, shining with clarified butter; O Mitra and Varuna, you have established the abodes, and he, like a leader, beholds the generations.
उद्वां पृक्षासो मधुमन्तो अस्थुरा सूर्यो अरुहच्छुक्रमर्णः । यस्मा आदित्या अध्वनो रदन्ति मित्रो अर्यमा वरुणः सजोषाः
The bright, honeyed rays have arisen, and the Sun has mounted the shining sky; for whom, O Adityas, the paths are cleared—Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuna together.
इमे चेतारो अनृतस्य भूरेर्मित्रो अर्यमा वरुणो हि सन्ति । इम ऋतस्य वावृधुर्दुरोणे शग्मासः पुत्रा अदितेरदब्धाः
These are the watchers against falsehood—Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuna indeed; these, steadfast in truth, have grown in their dwelling, the mighty, unfailing sons of Aditi.