Rig Veda
ā vidyunmadbhir marutaḥ svarkai rathebhir yāta ṛṣṭimadbhir aśvaparṇaiḥ ā varṣiṣṭhayā na iṣā vayo na paptatā sumāyāḥ
Come hither, Maruts, on your lightning laden cars, sounding with sweet songs, armed with lances, winged with steeds. Fly unto us with noblest food, like birds, O ye of mighty power.
te 'ruṇebhir varam ā piśaṅgaiḥ śubhe kaṃ yānti rathatūrbhir aśvaiḥ rukmo na citraḥ svadhitīvān pavyā rathasya jaṅghananta bhūma
With their red-hued or, haply, tawny coursers which speed their chariots on, they come for glory. Brilliant like gold is he who holds the thunder. Earth have they smitten with the chariot's felly.
śriye kaṃ vo adhi tanūṣu vāśīr medhā vanā na kṛṇavanta ūrdhvā yuṣmabhyaṃ kam marutaḥ sujātās tuvidyumnāso dhanayante adrim
For beauty ye have swords upon your bodies. As they stir woods so may they stir our spirits. For your sake, O ye Maruts very mighty and well-born, have they set the stone, in motion.
ahāni gṛdhrāḥ pary ā va āgur imāṃ dhiyaṃ vārkāryāṃ ca devīm brahma kṛṇvanto gotamāso arkair ūrdhvaṃ nunudra utsadhim pibadhyai
The days went round you and came back O yearners, back, to this prayer and to this solemn worship. The Gotamas making their prayer with singing have pushed the well's lid up to drink the water.
etat tyan na yojanam aceti sasvar ha yan maruto gotamo vaḥ paśyan hiraṇyacakrān ayodaṃṣṭrān vidhāvato varāhūn
No hymn way ever known like this aforetime which Gotama sang forth for you, O Maruts, What time upon your golden wheels he saw you, wild boars rushing about with tusks of iron.
eṣā syā vo maruto 'nubhartrī prati ṣṭobhati vāghato na vāṇī astobhayad vṛthāsām anu svadhāṃ gabhastyoḥ
To you this freshening draught of Soma rusheth, O Maruts, like the voice of one who prayeth. It rusheth freely from our hands as these libations wont to flow.