As Indra protects us from great treachery, just as he does for those who approach us, So, Controller of the Maruts, grant us their blessings, for they are your dearest.
You order the actions of all living beings, Indra, with your wisdom. The Maruts go forth joyfully to claim the spoils of battle.
Your spear was firm for us, O Indra; the Maruts bring their full might into action. Even Agni shines brightly among the brushwood, holding him as floods hold an island.
Grant us this opulence, O Indra, as a reward for your might. May hymns that please you fill Vāyu’s breast with the sweetness of mead.
With you, O Indra, are generous riches that benefit everyone who lives righteously. Now may the Maruts show us kindness, gods who have always been ready to help us.
Bring forth the men who shower benefits, O Indra; exert yourself in the great terrestrial region. For their broad-chested spotted deer stand like a king’s army on the battlefield.
We hear the roar of the advancing Maruts, terrible, glittering, and swift, Who, with their rush, overthrow as if a sinner the mortal who fights with those who love him.
Give to the Mānas, Indra with Maruts, universal gifts, foremost among them cattle. You, God, are praised by other Gods. May we find abundant nourishment.