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1. As with their voice from
cloud they sprinkle treasure so are the wise man's liberal sacrifices.
I praise their Company that merits worship as
the good Martits' priest to pay them honour.
2 The youths have wrought their
ornaments for glory through many nights,-this noble band of Maruts.
Like stags the Sons of Dyatis have striven
onward, the Sons of Aditi grown strong like pillars.
3 They who extend beyond the
earth and heaven, by their own mass, as from the cloud spreads Surya;
Like mighty Heroes covetous of glory, like
heavenly gallants who destroy the wicked.
4 When ye come nigh, as in the
depth of waters, the earth is loosened, as it were, and shaken.
This your all-feedin sacrifice approaches: come
all united, fraught, as 'twere with viands.
5 Ye are like horses fastened
to the chariot poles, luminous with your beams, with splendour as at dawn;
Like self-bright falcons, punishers of wicked
men, like hovering birds urged forward, scattering rain around.
6 When ye come forth, O
Maruts, from the distance, from the great treasury of rich possessions,
Knowing, O Vasus, boons that should be granted,
even from afar drive back the men who hate us.
7 He who, engaged in the
rite's final duty brings, as a man, oblation to the Maruts,
Wins him life's wealthy fulness, blest with
heroes: he shall be present, too, where Gods drink Soma.
8 For these are helps adored
at sacrifices, bringing good fortune by their name Adityas.
Speeding on cars let them protect our praises,
delighting in our sacrifice and worship.
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