Agni, that valiant company adorned with golden ornaments, The people of the Maruts, I call down today even from the luminous realm of heaven.
As you think in your heart, so do my wishes also tend there. Those who have come closest to your invoking calls, make them fearful to behold.
Earth, like a generous lady, liberal of her gifts, shaken but exultant, comes to us. Impetuously like a bear, O Maruts, your rush is terrible as a fierce bull.
Those who with great strength overthrow like oxen hard to yoke, Cause even the heavenly stone to tremble; shake the rocky mountain as you race along.
Rise up! Now with praises I call the very numerous company, Unmatched, of these Maruts, like a herd of cows, grown strong together.
Harness the bright red mares to your chariot, yoke the red horses to your chariot. Harness the fleet-footed tawny steeds to the pole, the best at drawing, to the pole.
Yes, and this loudly neighing bright red vigorous horse that has been well taken care of, Let him not cause delay, O Maruts, urge him onward in your chariots.
The Maruts' chariot, ever eager to gather glory, we invoke, Which Rodasī has mounted, bringing pleasant gifts, with Maruts in her company.
I call that brilliant band of yours, adorable, swift on the chariot Whereon the bountiful Lady, auspicious, noble-born, shines glorious with the Marut host.