Rig Veda
yaṃ trāyadhva idam idaṃ devāso yaṃ ca nayatha tasmā agne varuṇa mitrāryaman marutaḥ śarma yacchata
Whomso ye rescue here and there, whomso ye guide, O Deities, To him give shelter, Agni, Mitra, Varuna, ye Maruts, and thou Aryaman.
yuṣmākaṃ devā avasāhani priya ījānas tarati dviṣaḥ pra sa kṣayaṃ tirate vi mahīr iṣo yo vo varāya dāśati
Through your kind favour, Gods, on some auspicious day, the worshipper subdues his foes. That man increases home and strengthening ample food who brings you offerings as ye list.
nahi vaś caramaṃ cana vasiṣṭhaḥ parimaṃsate asmākam adya marutaḥ sute sacā viśve pibata kāminaḥ
Vasishtha will not overlook the lowliest one among you all. O Maruts, of our Soma juice effused to-day drink all of you with eager haste.
nahi va ūtiḥ pṛtanāsu mardhati yasmā arādhvaṃ naraḥ abhi va āvart sumatir navīyasī tūyaṃ yāta pipīṣavaḥ
Your succour in the battle injures not the man to whom ye, Heroes, grant your gifts. May your most recent favour turn to us again. Come quickly, ye who fain would drink.
o ṣu ghṛṣvirādhaso yātanāndhāṃsi pītaye imā vo havyā maruto rare hi kam mo ṣv anyatra gantana
Come hitherward to drink the juice, O ye whose bounties give you joy. These offerings are for you, these, Maruts, I present. Go not to any place but this.
ā ca no barhiḥ sadatāvitā ca na spārhāṇi dātave vasu asredhanto marutaḥ somye madhau svāheha mādayādhvai
Sit on our sacred grass, be graciously inclined to give the wealth for which we long, To take delight, ye Maruts, Friends of all, with Svaha, in sweet Soma juice.
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Decking the beauty of their forms in secret the Swans with purple backs have flown down hither. Around me all the Company hath settled, like joyous Heroes glad in our libation.
yo no maruto abhi durhṛṇāyus tiraś cittāni vasavo jighāṃsati druhaḥ pāśān prati sa mucīṣṭa tapiṣṭhena hanmanā hantanā tam
Maruts, the man whose wrath is hard to master, he who would slay us ere we think, O Vasus, May he be tangled in the toils of mischief; smite ye him down with your most flaming weapon.
sāṃtapanā idaṃ havir marutas taj jujuṣṭana yuṣmākotī riśādasaḥ
O Maruts, ye consuming Gods, enjoy this offering brought for you, To help us, ye who slay the foe.
gṛhamedhāsa ā gata maruto māpa bhūtana yuṣmākotī sudānavaḥ
Sharers of household sacrifice, come, Maruts, stay not far away, That ye may help us, Bounteous Ones.
iheha vaḥ svatavasaḥ kavayaḥ sūryatvacaḥ yajñam maruta ā vṛṇe
Here, Self-strong Maruts, yea, even here. ye Sages with your sunbright skins I dedicate your sacrifice.
tryambakaṃ yajāmahe sugandhim puṣṭivardhanam urvārukam iva bandhanān mṛtyor mukṣīya māmṛtāt
Tryambaka we worship, sweet augmenter of prosperity. As from its stem the cucumber, so may I be released from death, not reft of immortality.