Rig Veda
sahasraṃ ta indrotayo naḥ sahasram iṣo harivo gūrtatamāḥ sahasraṃ rāyo mādayadhyai sahasriṇa upa no yantu vājāḥ
A thousand are thy helps for us, O Indra: a thousand, Lord of Bays, thy choice refreshments. Wealth of a thousand sorts hast thou to cheer us: may precious goods come nigh to us in thousands.
ā no 'vobhir maruto yāntv acchā jyeṣṭhebhir vā bṛhaddivaiḥ sumāyāḥ adha yad eṣāṃ niyutaḥ paramāḥ samudrasya cid dhanayanta pāre
May the most sapient Maruts, with protection, with best boons brought from lofty heaven, approach us, Now when their team of the most noble horses speeds even on the sea's extremest limit.
mimyakṣa yeṣu sudhitā ghṛtācī hiraṇyanirṇig uparā na ṛṣṭiḥ guhā carantī manuṣo na yoṣā sabhāvatī vidathyeva saṃ vāk
Close to them clings one moving in seclusion, like a man's wife, like a spear carried rearward, Well grasped, bright, decked with gold there is Vak also, like to a courtly, eloquent dame, among them.
parā śubhrā ayāso yavyā sādhāraṇyeva maruto mimikṣuḥ na rodasī apa nudanta ghorā juṣanta vṛdhaṃ sakhyāya devāḥ
Far off the brilliant, never-weary Maruts cling to the young Maid as a joint possession. The fierce Gods drave not Rodasi before them, but wished for her to grow their friend and fellow.
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When chose immortal Rodasi to follow—she with loose tresses and heroic spirit— She climbed her servant's chariot, she like Surya with cloud-like motion and refulgent aspect.
āsthāpayanta yuvatiṃ yuvānaḥ śubhe nimiślāṃ vidatheṣu pajrām arko yad vo maruto haviṣmān gāyad gāthaṃ sutasomo duvasyan
Upon their car the young men set the Maiden wedded to glory, mighty in assemblies, When your song, Maruts, rose, and, with oblation, the Soma-pourer sang his hymn in worship.
pra taṃ vivakmi vakmyo ya eṣām marutām mahimā satyo asti sacā yad īṃ vṛṣamaṇā ahaṃyu sthirā cij janīr vahate subhāgāḥ
I will declare the greatness of these Maruts, their real greatness, worthy to be lauded, How, with them, she though firm, strong-minded, haughty, travels to women happy in their fortune.
pānti mitrāvaruṇāv avadyāc cayata īm aryamo apraśastān uta cyavante acyutā dhruvāṇi vāvṛdha īm maruto dātivāraḥ
Mitra and Varuna they guard from censure: Aryaman too, discovers worthless sinners Firm things are overthrown that ne'er were shaken: he prospers, Maruts, who gives choice oblations.
nahī nu vo maruto anty asme ārāttāc cicchavaso antam āpuḥ te dhṛṣṇunā śavasā śūśuvāṃso 'rṇo na dveṣo dhṛṣatā pari ṣṭhuḥ
None of us, Maruts, near or at a distance, hath ever reached the limit of your vigour. They in courageous might still waxing boldly have compassed round their foemen like an ocean.
vayam adyendrasya preṣṭhā vayaṃ śvo vocemahi samarye vayam purā mahi ca no anu dyūn tan na ṛbhukṣā narām anu ṣyāt
May we this day be dearest friends of Indra, and let us call on him in fight to-morrow. So were we erst. New might attend us daily! So be with us! Ribhukshan of the Heroes!
eṣa va stomo maruta iyaṃ gīr māndāryasya mānyasya kāroḥ eṣā yāsīṣṭa tanve vayāṃ vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum
May this your laud, 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.