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1. YOUR spy hath called to you to give
prosperity. I sing to Heaven and Earth and offer sacrifice.
They bathe their steeds and hasten through the firmament:
they spread abroad their radiance through the sea of cloud.
2 Earth shakes and reels in terror at their
onward rush, like a full ship which, quivering, lets the water in.
Marked on their ways are they, visible from afar: the Heroes
press between in mighty armament.
3 As the exalted horn of bulls for splendid
might, as the Sun's eye set in the firmament's expanse,
Like vigorous horses ye are beauteous to behold, and for
your glory show like bridegrooms, O ye Men.
4 Who, O ye Maruts, may attain the mighty
lore of you the mighty, who may reach your manly deeds?
Ye, verily, make earth tremble like a ray of light what time
ye bring your boons to give prosperity,
5 Like steeds of ruddy colour, scions of
one race, as foremost champions they have battled in the van.
The Heroes have waxed strong like we.1grown manly youths;
with floods of rain they make the Sun's eye fade away,
6 Having no eldest and no youngest in their
band, no middlomost, preeminent they have waxed in might,
These Sons of Prsni, sprung of noble ancestry: come
hitberward to us, ye bridegrooms of the sky.
7 Like birds of air they flew with might in
lengthened lines from heaven's high ridges to the borders of the sky.
The steeds who carry them, as Gods and mortals know, have
caused the waters of the mounuains to desGend.
8 May Dyaus, the Infinite, roar for our
banquet: may Dawns toil for us, glittering with moisture.
Lauded by thee, these Maruts, Sons o Rudra, O Rsi, have sent
down the heavenly treasure.
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