1
There is no tomorrow, no today. Who can understand this mystery? We must turn to others' thoughts, and then our hopes will be lost.
2
The Maruts are your brothers. Why, O Indra, do you wish to take our lives? Agree with them in a friendly way, and don't kill us in battle.
3
Agastya, my brother, why do you ignore us, who are your friends? We know the nature of your mind. You won't give us anything.
4
Let them prepare the altar, let them light fire in front: we two Here will spread the sacrifice for you, so the Immortal may see it.
5
You, Lord of Wealth, are Master of all treasures, you, Lord of friends, are your friends' best support. O Indra, speak kindly to the Maruts, and taste offerings at the right time.