This hymn I will compose for the Maruts, who shine brightly as they bring the mountains low. Sing the great strength of those illustrious ones, who quench the heat and offer sacrifices high in heaven.
O Maruts, rich in waters, your strong bands with harnessed horses, wandering far, are powerful. Trita roars at one who aims the lightning bolt. The waters sweep on thundering as they go.
They gleam with lightning, Heroes, Casters of the Stone, wind-rapid Maruts, overthrowing hills, Often driven by desire for rain, roaring in onset, violent and exceedingly strong.
When, mighty Rudras, through the nights and days, through the skies and realms of air, shaking all, When driving like ships across the broad fields, even to strongholds, Maruts, you come but are not harmed.
Maruts, your hero strength and majesty extend like the Sun, when in your course deer bow the hill that gives eternal rain.
Bright was your host, Sage Maruts, when you strike the waving tree, as when a worm consumes it. Accordant, as the eye guides the walker, have you led our devotion on an easy path.
Never are you slain or overcome, never do you decay, never distressed or harmed. Your treasures, resources, never waste away, whether prince or Rishi, you guide them all.
With harnessed teams like heroes overcoming troops, the friendly Maruts, laden with their water-casks, Let the spring flow, and when they roar, they inundate the earth with pleasant meadows.
Free for the Maruts is the earth with sloping ways, free for the rushing ones is heaven with steep descents. The paths of air’s middle region are precipitous, precipitous are the mountains with their running streams.
When, as the Sun rises, you take delight, O bountiful radiant Maruts, Heroes of the sky, Your horses do not tire as you speed, and rapidly you reach the end of this path.
Lances on your shoulders, anklets on your feet, gold chains on your breasts, gems, Maruts, on your chariot. Flames glow in your hands, visors of gold on your heads.
Maruts, in eager motion you shake the vault of heaven, splendid beyond conception, for its shining fruit. They flash when they let their deeds of might. The Pious Ones send forth