Whomsoever you rescue here and there, O Deities, Agni, Mitra, Varuṇa, Maruts, and Aryaman, give them shelter.
Under your kind favor, Gods, on some auspicious day, the worshipper subdues his foes. The one who brings offerings to you, increasing home and strength, ample food, that man increases.
Vasiṣṭha will not overlook the lowliest one among you all. O Maruts, drink all of today's Soma juice with eager haste.
Your aid in battle does not harm the man to whom you grant your gifts, Heroes. May your latest favor turn to us again. Come quickly, ye who thirst to drink.
Come hitherward to drink the juice, O Maruts, whose bounties give you joy. These offerings are for you, Maruts, I present. Do not go anywhere but this.
Sit on our sacred grass, be gracious to give the wealth we long for, To take delight, Maruts, with Svāhā in sweet Soma juice.
The swans with purple backs have flown down hither. All the Company has settled around me, like joyful Heroes glad in our libation.
Maruts, the man whose wrath is hard to master, who would slay us before we think, O Vasus, May he be entangled in mischief’s toils; strike him down with your most flaming weapon.
O Maruts, consuming Gods, enjoy this offering brought for you, To help us, ye who slay the foe.
Shareholders of household sacrifices, come, Maruts, do not stay far away, That ye may help us, Bounteous Ones.
Here, Self-strong Maruts, even here, ye Sages with your sunbright skins I dedicate your sacrifice.
Tryambaka we worship, sweet augmenter of prosperity. As from its stem the cucumber, may I be released from death, not deprived of immortality.