Rig Veda 1.165

kayā śubhā savayasaḥ sanīﾱāḥ samānyā marutaḥ sam mimikṣuḥ kayā matī kuta etāsa ete 'rcanti śuṣmaṃ vṛṣaṇo vasūyā

With what bright beauty are the Maruts jointly invested, peers in age, who dwell together? From what place have they come? With what intention? Sing they their strength through love of wealth, these Heroes?

kasya brahmāṇi jujuṣur yuvānaḥ ko adhvare maruta ā vavarta śyenāṁ iva dhrajato antarikṣe kena mahā manasā rīramāma

Whose prayers have they, the Youthful Ones, accepted? Who to his sacrifice hath turned the Maruts? We will delay them on their journey sweeping—with what high spirit!—through the air like eagles.

kutas tvam indra māhinaḥ sann eko yāsi satpate kiṃ ta itthā sam pṛcchase samarāṇaḥ śubhānair voces tan no harivo yat te asme

Whence comest thou alone, thou who art mighty, Indra, Lord of the Brave? What is thy purpose? Thou greetest us when meeting us the Bright Ones. Lord of Bay Steeds, say what thou hast against us.

brahmāṇi me matayaḥ śaṃ sutāsaḥ śuṣma iyarti prabhṛto me adriḥ ā śāsate prati haryanty ukthemā harī vahatas tā no accha

Mine are devotions, hymns; sweet are libations. Strength stirs, and hurled forth is my bolt of thunder. They call for me, their lauds are longing for me. These my Bay Steeds bear me to these oblations.

ato vayam antamebhir yujānāḥ svakṣatrebhis tanvaḥ śumbhamānāḥ mahobhir etāṁ upa yujmahe nv indra svadhām anu hi no babhūtha

Therefore together with our strong companions, having adorned our bodies, now we harness, Our spotted deer with might, for thou, O Indra, hast learnt and understood our Godlike nature.

kva syā vo marutaḥ svadhāsīd yan mām ekaṃ samadhattāhihatye ahaṃ hy ugras taviṣas tuviṣmān viśvasya śatror anamaṃ vadhasnaiḥ

Where was that nature then of yours, O Maruts, that ye charged me alone to slay the Dragon? For I in truth am fierce and strong and mighty. I bent away from every foeman's weapons.

bhūri cakartha yujyebhir asme samānebhir vṛṣabha pauṃsyebhiḥ bhūrīṇi hi kṛṇavāmā śaviṣṭhendra kratvā maruto yad vaśāma

Yea, much hast thou achieved with us for comrades, with manly valour like thine own, thou Hero. Much may we too achieve, O mightiest Indra, with our great power, we Maruts, when we will it.

vadhīṃ vṛtram maruta indriyeṇa svena bhāmena taviṣo babhūvān aham etā manave viśvaścandrāḥ sugā apaś cakara vajrabāhuḥ

Vritra I slew by mine own strength, O Maruts, having waxed mighty in mine indignation. I with the thunder in my hand created for man these lucid softly flowing waters.

anuttam ā te maghavan nakir nu na tvāvāṁ asti devatā vidānaḥ na jāyamāno naśate na jāto yāni kariṣyā kṛṇuhi pravṛddha

Nothing, O Maghavan, stands firm before thee; among the Gods not one is found thine equal. None born or springing into life comes nigh thee. Do what thou hast to do, exceeding mighty?

ekasya cin me vibhv astv ojo yā nu dadhṛṣvān kṛṇavai manīṣā ahaṃ hy ugro maruto vidāno yāni cyavam indra id īśa eṣām

Mine only be transcendent power, whatever I, daring in my spirit, may accomplish. For I am known as terrible, O Maruts I, Indra, am the Lord of what I ruined.

amandan mā maruta stomo atra yan me naraḥ śrutyam brahma cakra indrāya vṛṣṇe sumakhāya mahyaṃ sakhye sakhāyas tanve tanūbhiḥ

Now, O ye Maruts, hath your praise rejoiced me, the glorious hymn which ye have made me, Heroes! For me, for Indra, champion strong in battle, for me, yourselves, as lovers for a lover.

eved ete prati mā rocamānā anedyaḥ śrava eṣo dadhānāḥ saṃcakṣyā marutaś candravarṇā acchānta me chadayāthā ca nūnam

Here, truly, they send forth their sheen to meet me, wearing their blameless glory and their vigour. When I have seen you, Maruts, in gay splendour, ye have delighted me, so now delight me.

ko nv atra maruto māmahe vaḥ pra yātana sakhīṃr acchā sakhāyaḥ manmāni citrā apivātayanta eṣām bhūta navedā ma ṛtānām

Who here hath magnified you, O ye Maruts? speed forward, O ye lovers, to your lovers. Ye Radiant Ones, assisting their devotions, of these my holy rites he ye regardful.

ā yad duvasyād duvase na kārur asmāñcakre mānyasya medhā o ṣu vartta maruto vipram acchemā brahmāṇi jaritā vo arcat

To this hath Manya's wisdom brought us, so as to aid, as aids the poet him who worships. Bring hither quick! On to the sage, ye Maruts! These prayers for you the singer hath recited.

eṣa va stomo maruta iyaṃ gīr māndāryasya mānyasya kāroḥ eṣā yāsīṣṭa tanve vayāṃ vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum

May this your praise, may this your song, O Maruts, sung by the poet, Mana's son, Mandarya, Bring offspring for ourselves with food to feed us. May we find strengthening food in full abundance!