Rig Veda 1.37

krīḍaṃ vaḥ śardho mārutam anarvāṇaṃ ratheśubham kaṇvā abhi pra gāyata

Sing forth, O Kanvas, to your band of Maruts unassailable, Sporting, resplendent on their car

ye pṛṣatībhir ṛṣṭibhiḥ sākaṃ vāśībhir añjibhiḥ ajāyanta svabhānavaḥ

They who, self-luminous, were born together, with the spotted deer, Spears, swords, and glittering ornaments.

iheva śṛṇva eṣāṃ kaśā hasteṣu yad vadān ni yāmañ citram ṛñjate

One hears, as though 'twere close at hand, the cracking of the whips they hold They gather glory on their way.

pra vaḥ śardhāya ghṛṣvaye tveṣadyumnāya śuṣmiṇe devattam brahma gāyata

Now sing ye forth the God-given hymn to your exultant Marut host, The fiercely-vigorous, the strong.

pra śaṃsā goṣv aghnyaṃ krīḍaṃ yacchardho mārutam jambhe rasasya vāvṛdhe

Praise ye the Bull among the cows; for 'tis the Maruts' sportive band: It strengthened as it drank the rain.

ko vo varṣiṣṭha ā naro divaś ca gmaś ca dhūtayaḥ yat sīm antaṃ na dhūnutha

Who is your mightiest, Heroes, when, O shakers of the earth and heaven, Ye shake them like a garment's hem?

ni vo yāmāya mānuṣo dadhra ugrāya manyave jihīta parvato giriḥ

At your approach man holds him down before the fury of your wrath: The rugged-jointed mountain yields.

yeṣām ajmeṣu pṛthivī jujurvāṁ iva viśpatiḥ bhiyā yāmeṣu rejate

They at whose racings forth the earth, like an age-weakened lord of men, Trembles in terror on their ways.

sthiraṃ hi jānam eṣāṃ vayo mātur niretave yat sīm anu dvitā śavaḥ

Strong is their birth: vigour have they to issue from their Mother; strength, Yea, even twice enough, is theirs.

ud u tye sūnavo giraḥ kāṣṭhā ajmeṣv atnata vāśrā abhijñu yātave

And these, the Sons, the Singers, in their racings have enlarged the bounds, So that the kine must walk knee-deep.

tyaṃ cid ghā dīrgham pṛthum miho napātam amṛdhram pra cyāvayanti yāmabhiḥ

Before them, on the ways they go, they drop this offspring of the cloud, Long, broad, and inexhaustible.

maruto yaddha vo balaṃ janāṁ acucyavītana girīṃr acucyavītana

O Maruts, as your strength is great, so have ye cast men down on earth, So have ye made the mountains fall.

yaddha yānti marutaḥ saṃ ha bruvate 'dhvann ā śṛṇoti kaścid eṣām

The while the Maruts pass along, they talk together on the way: Doth any hear them as they speak?

pra yāta śībham āśubhiḥ santi kaṇveṣu vo duvaḥ tatro ṣu mādayādhvai

Come quick with swift steeds, for ye have worshippers among Kanva's sons May you rejoice among them well.

asti hi ṣmā madāya vaḥ smasi ṣmā vayam eṣām viśvaṃ cid āyur jīvase

All is prepared for your delight. We are their servants evermore, To live as long as life may last.