The Maruts of irresistible might, who love the rain, resplendent, terrible like wild beasts in their strength, Glowing like flames of fire, impetuous in their career, blowing the wandering rain-cloud, have revealed the cattle.
They gleam with armlets, as the heavens are adorned with stars, like lightning-bright torrents, shining the rain of their clouds. Since the powerful Rudra, O Maruts with splendid chests, sprang into life for you in Pṛśni's radiant embrace.
They drip like horses in the races of swift steeds; with the streams' swift cars, they hasten on their journey. Maruts with golden helms, you who shake all things, come with your spotted deer, one-minded, to our food.
They bestow all that lives on Mitra, to feed, those who forever cause their swift drops to flow; Whose steeds are spotted deer, whose riches never fail, like horses in full speed, bound to the pole in work.
With brightly-flaming kine whose udders swell with milk, with glittering spears on your unobstructed paths, O Maruts, of one mind, like swans seeking their nests, come to the rapturous enjoyment of the meath.
To these our prayers, O Maruts, come unanimously, come ye to our libations like the praise of men. Make it swell like a mare, in udder like a cow, and for the singer grant plenteous strength.
Give us a steed, O Maruts mighty in the car; prevailing prayer that brings remembrance day by day; Food to your praisers, to your bard in deeds of might, give winning wisdom, power uninjured, unsurpassed.
When the bright-chested Maruts, lavish of their gifts, bind at the time their horses to the cars, Then, as the milch-cow feeds her calf within the stalls, they pour forth food for all oblation-bringing men.
Save us, O Maruts, Vasus, from the injurer, the mortal foe who makes us look like wolves. With chariots all aflame, surround him; O Rudras, cast away the foeman's deadly bolt.
Well-known, ye Maruts, is that wondrous course of yours, when they milked Pṛśni's udder, close akin to her. Or