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1. Now do I glorify their mighty cohort,
the company of these the youthful Maruts,
Who ride impetuous on with rapid horses, and radiant in
themselves, are Lords of Amrta.
2 The mighty glittering band, arm-bound
with bracelets, givers of bliss, unmeasured in their greatness,
With magical powers, bountiful, ever-roaring,-these, liberal
Heroes, venerate thou singer.
3 This day may all your water-bringers,
Maruts, they who impel the falling rain, approach us.
This fire, O Maruts, hath been duly kindled; let it find
favour with you, youthful Sages.
4 Ye raise up for the folk an active ruler
whom, Holy Ones! a Master's hand hath fashioned.
Ye send the fighter hand to hand, armmighty, and the brave
hero, Maruts with good horses.
5 They spring forth more and more, strong
in their glories, like days, like spokes where none are last in order.
Highest and mightiest are the Sons of Prsni. Firm to their
own intention cling the Maruts.
6 When ye have hastened on with spotted
coursers, O Maruts, on your cars with strong-wrought fellies,
The waters are disturbed, the woods are shattered. Let Dyaus
the Red Steer send his thunder downward.
7 Even Earth hath spread herself wide at
their coming, and they as husbands have with power impregned her.
They to the pole have yoked the winds for coursers: their
sweat have they made rain, these Sons of Rudra.
8 Ho! Maruts, Heroes, skilled in Law,
immortal, be gracious unto us, ye rich in treasures,
Ye hearers of the truth, ye sage and youthful, grown mighty,
dwelling on the lofty mountains.
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