I come to you with this hymn, seeking your favor, O Maruts. Make me joyful with this song, O Strong Ones. A hymn that truly makes you happy, Maruts. Calm your anger and unyoke your horses.
Maruts, with this praise and worship, let us offer you. Formed in our minds and hearts, we give it to you, Gods. Come to us, rejoicing in your spirit, for you make our prayers effective.
Praised by us, Maruts, you will show us favor. Maghavan, praised, will be most propitious. Maruts, may all our days to come be very pleasant, lovely, and triumphant.
I fled in terror from this mighty Indra, my body trembling with alarm, O Maruts. Offerings were prepared for you, but we set them aside. For this, forgive us.
By whom the mind recognizes the dawning, by whose strength at the start of endless mornings, Give us, O Mighty One, glory with Maruts. Fierce with the fierce, the Strong who gives victory.
You, O Indra, protect the conquering heroes and rid yourself of your wrath against the Maruts. With them, the wise, victorious, and bestowing. May we find abundant nourishment.