Rig Veda
ko veda jānam eṣāṃ ko vā purā sumneṣv āsa marutām yad yuyujre kilāsyaḥ
Who knows the birth of these, or who lived in the Maruts' favour in the days of old What time their spotted deer were yoked?
aitān ratheṣu tasthuṣaḥ kaḥ śuśrāva kathā yayuḥ kasmai sasruḥ sudāse anv āpaya iﾱābhir vṛṣṭayaḥ saha
Who, when they stood upon their cars, hath heard them tell the way they went? Who was the bounteous man to whom their kindred rains flowed down with food of sacrifice?
te ma āhur ya āyayur upa dyubhir vibhir made naro maryā arepasa imān paśyann iti ṣṭuhi
To me they told it, and they came with winged steeds radiant to the draught, Youths, Heroes free from spot or stain: Behold us here and praise thou us;
ye añjiṣu ye vāśīṣu svabhānavaḥ srakṣu rukmeṣu khādiṣu śrāyā ratheṣu dhanvasu
Who shine self-luminous with ornaments and swords, with breastplates, armlets, and with wreaths, Arrayed on chariots and with bows.
yuṣmākaṃ smā rathāṁ anu mude dadhe maruto jīradānavaḥ vṛṣṭī dyāvo yatīr iva
O swift to pour your bounties down, ye Maruts, with delight I look upon your cars, Like splendours coming through the rain.
ā yaṃ naraḥ sudānavo dadāśuṣe divaḥ kośam acucyavuḥ vi parjanyaṃ sṛjanti rodasī anu dhanvanā yanti vṛṣṭayaḥ
Munificent Heroes, they have cast heaven's treasury down for the worshipper's behoof: They set the storm-cloud free to stream through both the worlds, and rain floods flow o'er desert spots.
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The bursting streams m billowy flood have spread abroad, like milch-kine, o'er the firmament. Like swift steeds hasting to their journey's resting-place, to every side run glittering brooks.
ā yāta maruto diva āntarikṣād amād uta māva sthāta parāvataḥ
Hither, O Maruts, come from heaven, from mid-air, or from near at hand Tarry not far away from us.
mā vo rasānitabhā kubhā krumur mā vaḥ sindhur ni rīramat mā vaḥ pari ṣṭhāt sarayuḥ purīṣiṇy asme it sumnam astu vaḥ
So let not Rasa, Krumu, or Anitabha, Kubha, or Sindhu hold you back. Let not the watery Sarayti obstruct your way. With us be all the bliss ye give.
taṃ vaḥ śardhaṃ rathānāṃ tveṣaṃ gaṇam mārutaṃ navyasīnām anu pra yanti vṛṣṭayaḥ
That brilliant gathering of your cars, the company of Maruts, of the Youthful Ones, The rain-showers, speeding on, attend.
śardhaṃ śardhaṃ va eṣāṃ vrātaṃ vrātaṃ gaṇaṃ gaṇaṃ suśastibhiḥ anu krāmema dhītibhiḥ
With eulogies and hymns may we follow your army, troop by troop, and band by band, And company by company.
kasmā adya sujātāya rātahavyāya pra yayuḥ enā yāmena marutaḥ
To what oblation-giver, sprung of noble ancestry, have sped The Maruts on this course to-day?
yena tokāya tanayāya dhānyam bījaṃ vahadhve akṣitam asmabhyaṃ tad dhattana yad va īmahe rādho viśvāyu saubhagam
Vouchsafe to us the bounty, that which we implore, through which, for child and progeny, Ye give the seed of corn that wasteth not away, and bliss that reacheth to all life.
atīyāma nidas tiraḥ svastibhir hitvāvadyam arātīḥ vṛṣṭvī śaṃ yor āpa usri bheṣajaṃ syāma marutaḥ saha
May we in safety pass by those who slander us, leaving behind disgrace and hate. Maruts, may we be there when ye, at dawn, in rest and toil, rain waters down and balm.
sudevaḥ samahāsati suvīro naro marutaḥ sa martyaḥ yaṃ trāyadhve syāma te
Favoured by Gods shall he the man, O Heroes, Maruts! and possessed of noble sons, Whom ye protect. Such may we be.
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Praise the Free-givers. At this liberal patron's rite they joy like cattle in the mead. So call thou unto them who come as ancient Friends: hymn those who love thee with a song.