Now let us celebrate, for the valiant company, the herald of the Strong One, their primordial might.
With fire on your path, O Maruts with loud voices, with battle, Mighty Ones, accomplish your feats of strength.
Bringing the delightful mead as if their own dear son, they playfully dance at their gatherings. The Rudras come with aid to the worshipper; self-strong they never fail the sacrificer. To whomsoever, bringer of offerings, they are immortal guardians, bestowing abundant wealth, For him, like loving friends, the Maruts drench the regions with milk in generous measure. Ye who with mighty powers stir the regions, your horses run guided by themselves. All creatures of the earth, all dwellings tremble, for brilliant is your coming with spears advanced. When they in dazzling charge make the mountains roar and shake heaven’s high back in heroic strength, Each sovereign of the forest fears as you approach, aid the shrubs flee before you swiftly like whirligigs. Terrible Maruts, ye with unending host, with great benevolence fulfill our hearts’ desires. Wherever your lightning bites with its bloody fangs crushes cattle like a well-aimed dart. Givers of eternal gifts whose bounties never fail, free from ill will, at sacrifices glorified, They sing their song loudly that they may drink sweet juice: well do they know the Hero’s first heroic deeds. With a hundred castles, O Maruts, guard well the man ye love from ruin and sin— The man ye fiercely protect, Mighty ones who roar, by cherishing his seed. O Maruts, in your cars all things good are, great powers set as if in rivalry therein. Rings are upon your shoulders when ye journey forth: your axles turn both chariot wheels. Held in your strong arms are many goodly things, gold chains on your chests, and gleaming ornaments, Deer skins on their shoulders, knives on their shafts: they spread their glory like birds spreading wings. Mighty in might, pervasive, passing strong, visible from afar as if with stars of heaven, Lovely with pleasant tongues, sweet singers with their mouths, the Maruts, joined with Indra, shout all around. This is your majesty, ye Maruts born nobly, far as the sway of Aditi your bounty spreads. Even Indra, by desertion never disannulling, the boon bestowed by you to the pious