Rig Veda
tam u nūnaṃ taviṣīmantam eṣāṃ stuṣe gaṇam mārutaṃ navyasīnām ya āśvaśvā amavad vahanta uteśire amṛtasya svarājaḥ
Now do I glorify their mighty cohort, the company of these the youthful Maruts, Who ride impetuous on with rapid horses, and radiant in themselves, are Lords of Amrita.
tveṣaṃ gaṇaṃ tavasaṃ khādihastaṃ dhunivratam māyinaṃ dātivāram mayobhuvo ye amitā mahitvā vandasva vipra tuvirādhaso nṝn
The mighty glittering band, arm-bound with bracelets, givers of bliss, unmeasured in their greatness, With magical powers, bountiful, ever-roaring,-these, liberal Heroes, venerate thou singer.
ā vo yantūdavāhāso adya vṛṣṭiṃ ye viśve maruto junanti ayaṃ yo agnir marutaḥ samiddha etaṃ juṣadhvaṃ kavayo yuvānaḥ
This day may all your water-bringers, Maruts, they who impel the falling rain, approach us. This fire, O Maruts, hath been duly kindled; let it find favour with you, youthful Sages.
yūyaṃ rājānam iryaṃ janāya vibhvataṣṭaṃ janayathā yajatrāḥ yuṣmad eti muṣṭihā bāhujūto yuṣmat sadaśvo marutaḥ suvīraḥ
Ye raise up for the folk an active ruler whom, Holy Ones! a Master's hand hath fashioned. Ye send the fighter hand to hand, armmighty, and the brave hero, Maruts with good horses.
arā ived acaramā aheva pra pra jāyante akavā mahobhiḥ pṛśneḥ putrā upamāso rabhiṣṭhāḥ svayā matyā marutaḥ sam mimikṣuḥ
They spring forth more and more, strong in their glories, like days, like spokes where none are last in order. Highest and mightiest are the Sons of Prisni. Firm to their own intention cling the Maruts.
yat prāyāsiṣṭa pṛṣatībhir aśvair vīﾱupavibhir maruto rathebhiḥ kṣodanta āpo riṇate vanāny avosriyo vṛṣabhaḥ krandatu dyauḥ
When ye have hastened on with spotted coursers, O Maruts, on your cars with strong-wrought fellies, The waters are disturbed, the woods are shattered. Let Dyaus the Red Steer send his thunder downward.
prathiṣṭa yāman pṛthivī cid eṣām bharteva garbhaṃ svam icchavo dhuḥ vātān hy aśvān dhury āyuyujre varṣaṃ svedaṃ cakrire rudriyāsaḥ
Even Earth hath spread herself wide at their coming, and they as husbands have with power impregned her. They to the pole have yoked the winds for coursers: their sweat have they made rain, these Sons of Rudra.
haye naro maruto mṛﾱatā nas tuvīmaghāso amṛtā ṛtajñāḥ satyaśrutaḥ kavayo yuvāno bṛhadgirayo bṛhad ukṣamāṇāḥ
Ho! Maruts, Heroes, skilled in Law, immortal, be gracious unto us, ye rich in treasures, Ye hearers of the truth, ye sage and youthful, grown mighty, dwelling on the lofty mountains.