To the wise, let it remain a wonder what is called the Cow, which has been milked by all. The one has swollen among people for milking; Pṛśni has once only drained her fair bright udder.
Those who like blazing flames of fire glow, the Maruts, twice and thrice have grown mighty. Golden and dustless were their chariots, invested with their great strength and heroic vigor.
Those who are Sons of the rainpouring Rudra, whom the long-lasting One had power to foster: The Mighty Ones whose seed great Mother Pṛśni is known to have received for man’s benefit.
They do not shrink from birth; in the same manner, still resting there, they purify reproaches. When they stream forth, brilliant, at their pleasure, with their own splendor, they drench their bodies.
Even those who bear the brave bold name of Maruts, whom not the quick win for milking. Even the generous do not ward off those fierce ones, those who are light and agile in their greatness.
When, strong in might and armed with potent weapons, they unite well-formed earth and heaven, Rodasl stands among these furious heroes like splendor shining with its native brightness.
No team of goats shall draw your car, O Maruts, no horse nor charioteer shall drive it. Not halting, reinless, through the air it travels, speeding alone its paths through earth and heaven.
None may obstruct, none overtake, O Maruts, him whom you aid in the battle’s strife. For sons and offspring, for cattle and waters: he bursts the cow-stall on the day of trial.
Bring a bright hymn to praise the band of Maruts, the Singers, swift, strong in native vigor, Who conquer mighty strength with even mightier strength: earth trembles in terror at their wars, O Agni.
Bright as the flashing flames of sacrifice, like tongues of fire impetuous in their onset, Chanting their psalm, singing aloud, like heroes, splendid from birth, invincible, the Maruts.
That swelling band I invoke with invocation, the brood of Rudra, armed with gleaming spears. Pure hymns are fitting for that celestial army: like floods and mountains have the Strong Ones fought.