Rig Veda
vapur nu tac cikituṣe cid astu samānaṃ nāma dhenu patyamānam marteṣv anyad dohase pīpāya sakṛcchukraṃ duduhe pṛśnir ūdhaḥ
E'en to the wise let that be still a wonder to which the general name of Cow is given. The one hath swelled among mankind for milking: Prisni hath drained but once her fair bright udder.
ye agnayo na śośucann idhānā dvir yat trir maruto vāvṛdhanta areṇavo hiraṇyayāsa eṣāṃ sākaṃ nṛmṇaiḥ pauṃsyebhiś ca bhūvan
They who like kindled flames of fire are glowing,. the Maruts, twice and thrice have waxen mighty. Golden and dustless were their cars, invested with their great strength and their heroic vigour.
rudrasya ye mīﾱhuṣaḥ santi putrā yāṃś co nu dādhṛvir bharadhyai vide hi mātā maho mahī ṣā set pṛśniḥ subhve garbham ādhāt
They who are Sons of the rain-pouring Rudra, whom the long-lasting One had power to foster: The Mighty Ones whose germ great Mother Prisni is known to have received for man's advantage.
na ya īṣante januṣo 'yā nv antaḥ santo 'vadyāni punānāḥ nir yad duhre śucayo 'nu joṣam anu śriyā tanvam ukṣamāṇāḥ
They shrink not from the birth; in this same manner still resting there they purge away reproaches. When they have streamed forth, brilliant, at their pleasure, with their own splendour they bedew their bodies.
makṣū na yeṣu dohase cid ayā ā nāma dhṛṣṇu mārutaṃ dadhānāḥ na ye staunā ayāso mahnā nū cit sudānur ava yāsad ugrān
Even those who bear the brave bold name of Maruts, whom not the active quickly wins for milking. Even the liberal wards not off those fierce ones, those who are light and agile in their greatness.
ta id ugrāḥ śavasā dhṛṣṇuṣeṇā ubhe yujanta rodasī sumeke adha smaiṣu rodasī svaśocir āmavatsu tasthau na rokaḥ
When, strong in strength and armed with potent weapons, they had united wellformed earth and heaven, Rodasl stood among these furious Heroes like splendour shining with her native brightness.
aneno vo maruto yāmo astv anaśvaś cid yam ajaty arathīḥ anavaso anabhīśū rajastūr vi rodasī pathyā yāti sādhan
No team of goats shall draw your car, O Maruts, no horse no charioteer be he who drives it. Halting not, reinless, through the air it travels, speeding alone its paths through earth and heaven.
nāsya vartā na tarutā nv asti maruto yam avatha vājasātau toke vā goṣu tanaye yam apsu sa vrajaṃ dartā pārye adha dyoḥ
None may obstruct, none overtake, O Maruts, him whom ye succour in the strife of battle For sons and progeny, for kine and waters: he bursts the cow-stall on the day of trial.
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Bring a bright hymn to praise the band of Maruts, the Singers, rapid, strong in native vigour, Who conquer mighty strength with strength more mighty: earth shakes in terror at their wars, O Agni.
tviṣīmanto adhvarasyeva didyut tṛṣucyavaso juhvo nāgneḥ arcatrayo dhunayo na vīrā bhrājajjanmāno maruto adhṛṣṭāḥ
Bright like the flashing flames of sacrifices, like tongues of fire impetuous in their onset, Chanting their psalm, singing aloud, like heroes, splendid from birth, invincible, the Maruts.
This verse is not included in this edition.
That swelling band I call with invocation, the brood of Rudra, armed with glittering lances. Pure hymns are meet for that celestial army: like floods and mountains have the Strong Ones battled.