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1. LOUD Singers, never humbled, active, full
of strength, immovable, impetuous, manliest, best-beloved,
They have displayed themselves with glittering ornaments, a
few in number only, like the heavens with stars.
2 When, Maruts, on the steeps ye pile the
moving cloud, ye are like birds on whatsoever path it be.
Clouds everywhere shed forth the rain upon your cars. Drop
fatness, honey-hued, for him who sings your praise.
3 Earth at their racings trembles as if
weak and worn, when on their ways they yoke their cars for victory.
They, sportive, loudly roaring, armed with glittering
spears, shakers of all, themselves admire their mightiness.
4 Self-moving is that youthful band, with
spotted steeds; thus it hath lordly sway, endued with power and might.
Truthful art thou, and blameless, searcher out of sin: so
thou, Strong Host, wilt be protector of this prayer.
5 We speak by our descent from our primeval
Sire; our tongue, when we behold the Soma, stirs itself.
When, shouting, they had joined Indra in toil of fight, then
only they obtained their sacrificial names.
6 Splendours they gained for glory, they
who wear bright rings; rays they obtained, and men to celebrate their praise.
Armed with their swords, impetuous and fearing naught, they
have possessed the Maruts' own beloved home.
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