Rig Veda 7.56

ka īṃ vyaktā naraḥ sanīﾱā rudrasya maryā adha svaśvāḥ

Who are these radiant men in serried rank, Rudra's young heroes borne by noble steeds?

nakir hy eṣāṃ janūṃṣi veda te aṅga vidre mitho janitram

Verily no one knoweth whence they sprang: they, and they only, know each other's birth.

abhi svapūbhir mitho vapanta vātasvanasaḥ śyenā aspṛdhran

They strew each other with their blasts, these Hawks: they strove together, roaring like the wind.

etāni dhīro niṇyā ciketa pṛśnir yad ūdho mahī jabhāra

A sage was he who knew these mysteries, what in her udder mighty Prisni bore.

sā viṭ suvīrā marudbhir astu sanāt sahantī puṣyantī nṛmṇam

Ever victorious, through the Maruts, be this band of Heroes, nursing manly strength,

yāmaṃ yeṣṭhāḥ śubhā śobhiṣṭhāḥ śriyā sammiślā ojobhir ugrāḥ

Most bright in splendour, fleetest on their way, close-knit to glory, strong with varied power.

ugraṃ va oja sthirā śavāṃsy adhā marudbhir gaṇas tuviṣmān

Yea, mighty is your power and firm your strength: so, potent, with the Maruts, be the band.

śubhro vaḥ śuṣmaḥ krudhmī manāṃsi dhunir munir iva śardhasya dhṛṣṇoḥ

Bright is your spirit, wrathful are your minds: your bold troop's minstrel is like one inspired.

sanemy asmad yuyota didyum mā vo durmatir iha praṇaṅ naḥ

Ever avert your blazing shaft from us, and let not your displeasure reach us here

priyā vo nāma huve turāṇām ā yat tṛpan maruto vāvaśānāḥ

Your dear names, conquering Maruts, we invoke, calling aloud till we are satisfied.

svāyudhāsa iṣmiṇaḥ suniṣkā uta svayaṃ tanvaḥ śumbhamānāḥ

Well-armed, impetuous in their haste, they deck themselves, their forms, with oblations: to you, the pure, ornaments made of gold.

śucī vo havyā marutaḥ śucīnāṃ śuciṃ hinomy adhvaraṃ śucibhyaḥ ṛtena satyam ṛtasāpa āyañchucijanmānaḥ śucayaḥ pāvakāḥ

Pure, Maruts, pure yourselves, are your oblations: to you, the pure, pure sacrifice I offer. By Law they came to truth, the Law's observers, bright by their birth, and pure, and sanctifying.

aṃseṣv ā marutaḥ khādayo vo vakṣassu rukmā upaśiśriyāṇāḥ vi vidyuto na vṛṣṭibhī rucānā anu svadhām āyudhair yacchamānāḥ

Your rings, O Maruts, rest upon your shoulders, and chains of gold are twined upon your bosoms. Gleaming with drops of rain, like lightning-flashes, after your wont ye whirl about your weapons.

pra budhnyā va īrate mahāṃsi pra nāmāni prayajyavas tiradhvam sahasriyaṃ damyam bhāgam etaṃ gṛhamedhīyam maruto juṣadhvam

Wide in the depth of air spread forth your glories, far, most adorable, ye bear your titles. Maruts, accept this thousandfold allotment of household sacrifice and household treasure.

yadi stutasya maruto adhīthetthā viprasya vājino havīman makṣū rāyaḥ suvīryasya dāta nū cid yam anya ādabhad arāvā

If, Maruts, ye regard the praise recited here at this mighty singer invocation, Vouchsafe us quickly wealth with noble heroes, wealth which no man uho hateth us may injure.

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The Maruts, fleet as coursers, while they deck them like youths spectators of a festal meeting, Linger, like beauteous colts, about the dwelling, like frisking calves, these who pour down the water.

daśasyanto no maruto mṛﾱantu varivasyanto rodasī sumeke āre gohā nṛhā vadho vo astu sumnebhir asme vasavo namadhvam

So may the Maruts help us and be gracious, bringing free room to lovely Earth and Heaven. Far be your bolt that slayeth men and cattle. Ye Vasus, turn yourselves to us with blessings.

ā vo hotā johavīti sattaḥ satrācīṃ rātim maruto gṛṇānaḥ ya īvato vṛṣaṇo asti gopāḥ so advayāvī havate va ukthaiḥ

The priest, when seated, loudly calls you, Maruts, praising in song your universal bounty. He, Bulls! who hath so much in his possession, free from duplicity, with hymns invokes you.

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These Maruts bring the swift man to a stand-still, and strength with mightier strength they break and humble These guard the singer from the man who hates him and lay their sore displeasure on the wicked.

apa bādhadhvaṃ vṛṣaṇas tamāṃsi dhatta viśvaṃ tanayaṃ tokam asme

These Maruts rouse even the poor and needy: the Vasus love him as an active champion. Drive to a distance, O ye Bulls, the darkness: give us full store of children and descendants.

mā vo dātrān maruto nir arāma mā paścād daghma rathyo vibhāge ā na spārhe bhajatanā vasavye yad īṃ sujātaṃ vṛṣaṇo vo asti

Never, O Maruts, may we lose your bounty, nor, car-borne Lords! be hindmost when ye deal it. Give us a share in that delightful treasure, the genuine wealth that, Bulls! is your possession.

saṃ yaddhananta manyubhir janāsaḥ śūrā yahvīṣv oṣadhīṣu vikṣu adha smā no maruto rudriyāsas trātāro bhūta pṛtanāsv aryaḥ

What time the men in fury rush together for running streams, for pastures, and for houses. Then, O ye Maruts, ye who spring from Rudra, be our protectors in the strife with foemen.

bhūri cakra marutaḥ pitryāṇy ukthāni yā vaḥ śasyante purā cit marudbhir ugraḥ pṛtanāsu sāﾱhā marudbhir it sanitā vājam arvā

Full many a deed ye did for our forefathers worthy of lauds which, even of old, they sang you. lle strong man, with the Maruts, wins in battle, the charger, with the Maruts, gains the booty.

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Ours, O ye Maruts, be the vigorous Hero, the Lord Divine of men, the strong Sustainer, With whom to fair lands we may cross the waters, and dwell in our own home with you beside us.

tan na indro varuṇo mitro agnir āpa oṣadhīr vanino juṣanta śarman syāma marutām upasthe yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ

May Indra, Mitra, Varuna and Agni, Waters, and Plants, and Trees accept our praises. May we find shelter in the Marut's bosom. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.