You are like skilled singers, inviting the gods with offerings; fair to behold, like kings, adorned with brilliance, like spotless warriors leading the people:
Like flames of fire with flashing light, bound by golden chains, like tempests moving swiftly, self-sustained and swift to aid: As best among all seers, excellent to guide, like Soma, good to protect those who follow the law.
Shakers of all, like winds they travel, like tongues of fire in their radiance, mighty as warriors clad in armor, and like the prayers of the fathers, most generous givers.
Like spokes of wheels in one nave, ever victorious like heavenly heroes, shedding their precious balm like young suitors, raising their voices and chanting their hymns as singers.
Those who travel swiftly like noblest horses, long to win the prize like generous charioteers, Like waters rushing forward, like omniform Aṅgirases with Sāma hymns.
Born from the stream, like press-stones, princes are forever like the stones that break apart; Children of a beautiful lady, like playful children, like a great host marching with splendor.
Like rays of dawn, visitors of sacrifice, shining with ornaments eager to be bright, Like rivers rushing on, glittering with their spears, measuring distances from afar.
Gods, grant us happiness and wealth, let our singers prosper, O Maruts, from old you have granted riches.