Who are these radiant men in ranks, Surya's youthful heroes on noble steeds?
Indeed, no one knows their origin; only they know each other’s birth.
They shower each other with their blasts, these hawks; they fight together, roaring like the wind.
A sage was he who knew these mysteries, what the great Pṛśni bore in her udder.
Ever victorious, through the Maruts, be this band of heroes, nurturing manly strength.
Most brilliant in splendor, leading on their way, close to glory, strong with varied power.
Your might is great, and firm your strength; thus, potent, with the Maruts, be the band.
Your spirit is bright, your minds wrathful; your bold troop’s minstrel is like one inspired.
Ever avert your blazing shaft from us, and let not your displeasure reach us here.
Your dear names, conquering Maruts, we invoke, calling aloud until we are satisfied.
Well-armed, impetuous in their haste, they deck themselves, their forms, with offerings: to you, the pure, ornaments made of gold.
Pure, Maruts, pure yourselves, are your offerings; to you, the pure, pure sacrifice I offer. By Law they came to truth, the Law’s observers, bright by their birth, and pure, and sanctifying.
Your rings, O Maruts, rest upon your shoulders, and chains of gold are twined upon your bosoms. Gleaming with drops of rain, like lightning-flashes, after your wont ye whirl about your weapons.
Wide in the depth of air spread forth your glories, far, most adorable, ye bear your titles. Maruts, accept this thousandfold allotment of household sacrifice and household treasure.
If, Maruts, ye regard the praise recited here at this mighty singer invocation, Vouchsafe us quickly wealth with noble heroes, wealth which no man who hates us may injure.
The Maruts, fleet as coursers, while they deck themselves like youths at a festive gathering, Linger, like beauteous colts, about the dwelling, like frisking calves, these who pour down the water.
So may the Maruts help us and be gracious, bringing free room to lovely Earth and Heaven.