When, like flames, from afar, Maruts, you cast your measure, where do you go, who shake the earth, moved by your wisdom and design?
Make your weapons strong to drive off your enemies, make them firm for defense, not as a cunning mortal.
When what is strong you overthrow, and turn everything heavy, heroes, your path through the forest trees and rock crevices.
You devour your foes, no enemy of yours exists in heaven or on earth: Rudras, may the strength held in this bond be yours, to defy now.
You make mountains tremble, you tear apart the forest kings, onward, Maruts, drive like drunken creatures, gods with your whole company.
You yoke the spotted deer to your chariot, a red deer leads, the Earth herself listens as you approach, and men are terribly afraid.
O Rudras, we urgently seek your aid for this work. Come to us with your help as in olden days, now for Kaṇva’s sake.
If any monstrous foe, O Maruts, sent by you or mortals threaten us, tear him from us with your power and might, and with the help that is yours.
For you, the worshipful and wise, have protected Kaṇva perfectly. O Maruts, come to us with full protection, like lightning seeks the rain.
All your strength, O Bountiful Ones, perfect, shaking the earth, Maruts, send an enemy like a dart against the poet’s wrathful foe.