Rig Veda
vṛṣṇe śardhāya sumakhāya vedhase nodhaḥ suvṛktim pra bharā marudbhyaḥ apo na dhīro manasā suhastyo giraḥ sam añje vidatheṣv ābhuvaḥ
Bring for the manly host, wise and majestical, O Nodhas, for the Maruts bring thou a pure gift. I deck my songs as one deft-handed, wise in mind prepares the water that hath power in solemn rites.
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They spring to birth, the lofty Ones, the Bulls of Heaven, divine, the youths of Rudra, free from spot and stain; The purifiers, shining brightly even as suns, awful of form like giants, scattering rain-drops down.
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Young Rudras, demon-slayers, never growing old, they have waxed, even as mountains, irresistible. They make all beings tremble with their mighty strength, even the very strongest, both of earth and heaven.
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With glittering ornaments they deck them forth for show; for beauty on their breasts they bind their chains of gold. The lances on their shoulders pound to pieces; they were born together, of themselves, the Men of Heaven.
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Loud roarers, giving strength, devourers of the foe, they make the winds, they make the lightnings with their powers. The restless shakers drain the udders of the sky, and ever wandering round fill the earth full with milk.
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The bounteous Maruts with the fatness dropping milk fill full the waters which avail in solemn rites. They lead, as 'twere, the Strong Horse forth, that it may rain: they milk the thundering, the never-failing spring.
mahiṣāso māyinaś citrabhānavo girayo na svatavaso raghuṣyadaḥ mṛgā iva hastinaḥ khādathā vanā yad āruṇīṣu taviṣīr ayugdhvam
Mighty, with wondrous power and marvellously bright, selfstrong like mountains, ye glide swiftly on your way. Like the wild elephants ye eat the forests up when ye assume your strength among the bright red flames.
siṃhā iva nānadati pracetasaḥ piśā iva supiśo viśvavedasaḥ kṣapo jinvantaḥ pṛṣatībhir ṛṣṭibhiḥ sam it sabādhaḥ śavasāhimanyavaḥ
Exceeding wise they roar like lions mightily, they, all-possessing, are beauteous as antelopes; Stirring the darkness with lances and spotted deer, combined as priests, with serpents' fury through their might.
rodasī ā vadatā gaṇaśriyo nṛṣācaḥ śūrāḥ śavasāhimanyavaḥ ā vandhureṣv amatir na darśatā vidyun na tasthau maruto ratheṣu vaḥ
Heroes who march in companies, befriending man, with serpents' ire through strength, ye greet the earth and heaven. Upon the seats, O Maruts, of your chariots, upon the cars stands lightning visible as light.
viśvavedaso rayibhiḥ samokasaḥ sammiślāsas taviṣībhir virapśinaḥ astāra iṣuṃ dadhire gabhastyor anantaśuṣmā vṛṣakhādayo naraḥ
Lords of all riches, dwelling in the home of wealth, endowed with mighty vigour, singers loud of voice, Heroes, of powers infinite, armed with strong men's rings, the archers, they have laid the arrow on their arms.
hiraṇyayebhiḥ pavibhiḥ payovṛdha ujjighnanta āpathyo na parvatān makhā ayāsaḥ svasṛto dhruvacyuto dudhrakṛto maruto bhrājadṛṣṭayaḥ
They who with golden fellies make the rain increase drive forward the big clouds like wanderers on the way. Self-moving, brisk, unwearied, they o'erthrow the firm; the Maruts with bright lances make all things to reel.
ghṛṣum pāvakaṃ vaninaṃ vicarṣaṇiṃ rudrasya sūnuṃ havasā gṛṇīmasi rajasturaṃ tavasam mārutaṃ gaṇam ṛjīṣiṇaṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ saścata śriye
The progeny of Rudra we invoke with prayer, the brisk, the bright, the worshipful, the active Ones To the strong band of Maruts cleave for happiness, the chasers of the sky, impetuous, vigorous.
pra nū sa martaḥ śavasā janāṁ ati tasthau va ūtī maruto yam āvata arvadbhir vājam bharate dhanā nṛbhir āpṛcchyaṃ kratum ā kṣeti puṣyati
Maruts, the man whom ye have guarded with your help, he verily in strength surpasseth all mankind. Spoil with his steeds he gaineth, treasure with his men; he winneth honourable strength and prospereth.
carkṛtyam marutaḥ pṛtsu duṣṭaraṃ dyumantaṃ śuṣmam maghavatsu dhattana dhanaspṛtam ukthyaṃ viśvacarṣaṇiṃ tokam puṣyema tanayaṃ śataṃ himāḥ
O Maruts, to the worshippers give glorious strength invincible in battle, brilliant, bringing wealth, Praiseworthy, known to all men. May we foster well, during a hundred winters, son and progeny.
nū ṣṭhiram maruto vīravantam ṛtīṣāhaṃ rayim asmāsu dhatta sahasriṇaṃ śatinaṃ śūśuvāṃsam prātar makṣū dhiyāvasur jagamyāt
Will ye then, O ye Maruts, grant us riches, durable, rich in men, defying onslaught. A hundred, thousandfold, ever increasing? May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.