HYMN LXXXVI. Maruts.

1. THE best of guardians hath that man within whose dwelling place ye drink,

O Maruts, giants of the sky.

2 Honoured with sacrifice or with the worship of the sages' hymns,

O Maruts, listen to the call.

3 Yea, the strong man to whom ye have vouchsafed to give a sage, shall move

Into a stable rich in kine.

4 Upon this hero's sacred grass Soma is poured in daily rites:

Praise and delight are sung aloud.

5 Let the strong Maruts hear him, him surpassing all men: strength be his

That reaches even to the Sun.

6 For, through the swift Gods' loving help, in many an autumn, Maruts, we

Have offered up our sacrifice.

7 Fortunate shall that mortal be, O Maruts most adorable,

Whose offerings ye bear away.

8 O Heroes truly strong, ye know the toil of him who sings your praise,

The heart's desire of him who loves.

9 O ye of true strength, make this thing manifest by your greatness - strike

The demon with your thunderbolt.

10 Conceal the horrid darkness, drive far from us each devouring fiend.

Create the light for which we long.