1. A THOUSAND are thy helps for us, O
Indra: a thousand, Lord of Bays, thy choice refreshments.
Wealth of a thousand sorts hast thou to cheer us: may
precious goods come nigh to us in thousands.
2 May the most sapient Maruts, with
protection, with best boons brought from lofty heaven, approach us,
Now when their team of the most noble horses speeds even on
the sea's extremest limit.
3 Close to them clings one moving in
seclusion, like a man's wife, like a spear carried rearward,
Well grasped, bright, decked with gold there is Vak also,
like to a courtly, eloquent dame, among them.
4 Far off the brilliant, never-weary Maruts
cling to the young Maid as a joint possession.
The fierce Gods drave not Rodasi before them, but wished for
her to grow their friend and fellow.
5 When chose immortal Rodasi to follow- she
with loose tresses and heroic spirit -
She climbed her servant's chariot, she like Surya with
cloud-like motion and refulgent aspect.
6 Upon their car the young men set the
Maiden wedded to glory, mighty in assemblies,
When your song, Maruts, rose, and, with oblation, the
Soma-pourer sang his hymn in worship.
7 I will declare the greatness of these
Maruts, their real greatness, worthy to be lauded,
How, with them, she though firm, strong-minded, haughty, travels
to women happy in their fortune.
8 Mitra and Varuna they guard from censure:
Aryaman too, discovers worthless sinners Firm things are overthrown that ne'er
were shaken: he prospers, Maruts, who gives choice oblations.
9 None of us, Maruts, near or at a
distance, hath ever reached the limit of your vigour.
They in courageous might still waxing boldly have compassed
round their foemen like an ocean.
10 May we this day be dearest friends of
Indra, and let us call on him in fight to-morrow.
So were we erst. New might attend us daily! So be with us!
Rbhuksan of the Heroes!
11 May this your laud, may this your song,
O Maruts, sung by the poet, Mana's
Bring offspring for ourselves with. food to feed us. May we
find strengthening food in full abundance.