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1. Who knows the birth of these, or who
lived in the Maruts' favour in the days of old
What time their spotted deer were yoked?
2 Who, when they stood upon their cars,
hath heard them tell the way they went?
Who was the bounteous man to whom their kindred rains flowed
down with food of sacrifice?
3 To me they told it, and they came with winged
steeds radiant to the draught,
Youths, Heroes free from spot or stain: Behold us here and
praise thou us;
4 Who shine self-luminous with ornaments
and swords, with breastplates, armlets, and with wreaths,
Arrayed on chariots and with bows.
5 O swift to pour your bounties down, ye
Maruts, with delight I look upon your cars,
Like splendours coming through the rain.
6 Munificent Heroes, they have cast
heaven's treasury down for the worshipper's behoof:
They set the storm-cloud free tostream through both the
worlds, and rainfloods flow o'er desert spots.
7 The bursting streams m billowy flood have
spread abroad, like milch-kine, o'er the firmament.
Like swift steeds hasting to their journey's resting-place,
to every side run glittering brooks.
8 Hither, O Maruts, come from heaven, from
mid-air, or from near at hand
Tarry not far away from us.
9 So let not Rasa, Krumu, or Anitabha,
Kubha, or Sindhu hold you back.
Let not the watery Sarayti obstruct your way. With us be all
the bliss ye give.
10 That brilliant gathering of your cars,
the company of Maruts, of the Youthful Ones,
The rain-showers, speeding on, attend.
11 With eulogies and hymns may we follow
your army, troop by troop, and band by band,
And company by company.
12 To what oblation-giver, sprung of noble
ancestry, have sped
The Maruts on this course to-day?
13 Vouchsafe to us the bounty, that which
we implore, through which, for child and progeny,
Ye give the seed of corn that wasteth not away, and bliss
that reacheth to all life.
14 May we in safety pass by those who
slander us, leaving behind disgrace and hate.
Maruts, may we be there when ye, at dawn, in rest and toil,
rain waters down and balm.
15 Favoured by Gods shall he the man, O
Heroes, Marutr! and possessed of noble sons,
Whom ye protect. Such may we be.
16 Praise the Free-givers. At this liberal
patron's rite they joy like cattle in the mead.
So call thou unto them who come as ancient Friends: hymn
those who love thee with a song.
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