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1. COME hither, Maruts, on your lightning
laden cars, sounding with sweet songs, armed with lances, winged with steeds.
Fly unto us with noblest food, like birds, O ye of mighty
power.
2 With their red-hued or, haply, tawny
coursers which speed their chariots on, they come for glory.
Brilliant like gold is he who holds the thunder. Earth have
they smitten with the chariot's felly.
3 For beauty ye have swords upon your
bodies. As they stir woods so may they stir our spirits.
For your sake, O ye Maruts very mighty and well-born, have
they set the stone, in motion.
4 The days went round you and came back O
yearners, back, to this prayer and to this solemn worship.
The Gotamas making their prayer with singing have pushed the
well's lid up to drink the water.
5 No hymn way ever known like this
aforetime which Gotama sang forth for you, O Maruts,
What time upon your golden wheels he saw you, wild boars
rushing about with tusks of iron.
6 To you this freshening draught of Soma
rusheth, O Maruts, like the voice of one who prayeth.
It rusheth freely from our hands as these. libations wont to
flow.
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