prayajyavo maruto bhrājadṛṣṭayo bṛhad vayo dadhire rukmavakṣasaḥ īyante aśvaiḥ suyamebhir āśubhiḥ śubhaṃ yātām anu rathā avṛtsata
With gleaming lances, with their breasts adorned with gold, the Maruts, rushing onward, hold high power of life. They hasten with swift steeds easy to be controlled. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.