1
Wondrous let your arrival be, wondrous with help, you Bountiful Ones, Maruts, who shine like snakes do.
2
Far be from us, O Maruts, you generous ones, your swift arrows; Far from us be the rock you throw.
3
O Bountiful Givers, do not touch, O Maruts, the folk of Tṛṇskanda; Raise us up so we may live.