The Maruts, the loud singers, endowed with great vigour, unbending, immovable, unflinching, impetuous, absolutely fearless, the most beloved, the most manly, have manifested themselves, like the heavens studded with stars, when on the steep they pile the clouds, they look like birds flying along a certain path. The clouds pour sweet rain upon your cars. Rain riches him who sings your laud. When the Maruts march on the path of victory sportfully, roaring loudly and armed with flashing weapons, they magnify their chariots like a girl suffering from cold fever. Swift moving are your spotted steeds, O Youthful Maruts, from debt, lords of the army, irreproachable are you and therefore, be our protector.

Come here, ye Maruts on your lightning cars, stored with various weapons and nourishing wholesome food. Fly into us like birds and then go wherever you list. Their tawny or perhaps red-hued horses which speed their cars, they have come for victory. Bright, brave and wonderful is he, who is armed with strong weapons, and who annihilates his enemies with sharp edge of the wheel which is like a thunderbolt. O Maruts, shining with swords upon your bodies, men amass for you wealth like a mountain. You should also bring about their weal. As you stir tall trees in the forest, so may you stir our spirits.

May auspicious, benevolent grace of Gods be ours., may the Gods shower on us their unhindered favours from all sides. May they be our protectors every day for our progress, never failing in their care, being ever alert. May the righteous Gods gladden our hearts with the warmth of their love. We invoke them with Vedic hymns of ancient times Bhaga, the prosperous, Mitra Aditi, Daksha, Aryaman, Varuna and Soma. May Goddess Saraswati, grant us prosperity and good progeny. May the wind waft to us beneficial, disease-destroying medicine. May mother Earth grant it, and our father Heaven. May the twain Ashvins, and the stones that press out the Soma juice, hear this our call. May the grace of the Gods encompass us, their friendship we seek. May the illustrious Indra give us prosperity and happiness, may Pushan grant us bliss, the sustainer of the world. May Tarkshya with his firm and unharmed fellies prosper us, may Brihaspati, grant us prosperity! May the Maruts, borne by graceful spotted horses, come to us in our rites, moving in their majesty. May Agni whose tongues are flames, radiant like the Sun, come here for our protection. May we ever hear, O Gods, what is good, may we ever see what is good. May we attain such stage of life as is appointed by Gods, through our bodies firm, helpful to the cause of righteousness. A hundred autumns are there for us. O Gods, kindly do not interpose in the midst of these years of our fleeting existence, by inflicting infirmities in our bodies, so that we may gain the age when our sons become fathers in their turn. Aditi is eternal, Aditi is the Sun, the sky, mother, knowledge, father, guardian and son. Whatever has been and shall be in the course of time is all Aditi; Aditi is immortal Gods and the five classes of men.

May Varuna lead us on the path of Dharma, and Mitra, a friend of all, and Aryaman straight on the path of righteousness in accord with the Law. They, the virtuous Gods, protect all evermore the noble persons. May they bestow upon us mortals, shelter and happiness destroying our enemies. May they, Indra, Maruts, Pushan and Bhaga lead us to bliss and prosperity. Ye Gods, our nourishers, enrich our songs with kine and grant us prosperity and happiness. May the winds blow sweetness, the rivers flow sweetness, the herbs be sweet for us, the men of Law. Sweet be the nights, and sweet be the dawns, sweet be the atmosphere, sweet be the Father Heaven. May the tall trees afford sweetness, the Sun shine sweetness. May our kine be sweet for us and milk in plenty! May Mitra, the friend to all., be gracious to us, may Varuna bestow peace on us. May Aryaman, Indra, Brihaspati and Vishnu the almighty, be pleased to grant us peace.

O Soma, endowed with all the glories displayed in heaven, on earth, on the mountains, in the plants and in the waters, do thou, being kind, and devoid of anger, accept our oblations. O Soma, thou art sovereign lord, protector of the noble, Vritra slayer. Thou art most auspicious and omniscient. May we live along and not die prematurely, O God Soma, praise-loving lord of herbs and plants. O God, when in your friendship a mortal man finds delight, then you mighty sage grants him favour. Save us, O Soma, from distress and reproach, be unto us a loving friend. Let your virility come to us from all sides, wax strong at the time of battle between the armies, be thou the destroyer of disease.

The Dawns have spread light over the eastern firmament, they have raised their radiant banner, like warriors brandishing their weapons, onward they march, redhued, the mother cows. The purple rays of the Dawns have shot up unhindered, yoking to their cars the red clouds. The red-hued Dawns in their splendour have restored, as of old, to sentient beings their clear perception. They sing a song like women engaged in some task, along the same path, coming from afar. They bring refreshment to the liberal devotee and grant all good gifts to those who effuse the juice. She, like a dancer puts her ornaments on, as a cow yields her under, so she bares her bosom. Creating light for all animate beings, she hath laid the gates of darkness open, as cows their stall. We have beheld the radiance of her face, it spreads driving away the monstrous night. Like a tinted post, decorated at the sacrifice, the Heaven’s Daughter hath attained the wonderful splendour.