1O BRAMANASPATI, stand up: God−serving men we pray to thee. May they who give good gifts, the Maruts, come to us. Indra, most swift, be thou with them.

2O Son of Strength, each mortal calls to thee for aid when spoil of battle waits for him. O Maruts, may this man who loves you well obtain wealth of good steeds and hero might.

3May Brahmanaspati draw nigh, may Sunrta the Goddess come, And Gods bring to this rite which gives the five−fold gift the Hero, lover of mankind.

4He who bestows a noble guerdon on the priest wins fame that never shall decay. For him we offer sacred hero−giving food, peerless and conquering easily.

5Now Brahmanaspati speaks forth aloud the solemn hymn of praise, Wherein Indra and Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, the Gods, have made their dwelling place.

6May we in holy synods, Gods! recite that hymn, peerless, that brings felicity. If you, O Heroes, graciously accept this word, may it obtain all bliss from you.

7Who shall approach the pious? who the man whose sacred grass is trimmed? The offerer with his folk advances more and more: he fills his house with precious things.

8He amplifies his lordly might, with kings he slays: e'en mid alarms he dwells secure In great or lesser fight none checks him, none subdues,−the wielder of the thunderbolt.

9For ye, the worshipful and wise, have guarded Kanva perfectly. O Maruts, come to us with full protecting help, as lightning flashes seek the rain.

10Whole strength have ye, O Bounteous Ones; perfect, earth−shakers, is your might. Maruts, against the poet's wrathful enemy send ye an enemy like a dart. HYMN XL. Brahmanaspati

11O Maruts, with your strong−hoofed steeds, unhindered in their courses, haste Along the bright embanked streams.

12Firm be the fellies of your wheels, steady your horses and your cars, And may your reins be fashioned well.

13Invite thou hither with this song, for praise, Agni the Lord of Prayer, Him who is fair as Mitra is.

14Form in thy mouth the hymn of praise expand thee like, a rainy cloud Sing forth the measured eulogy.

15Sing glory to the Marut host, praiseworthy, tuneful, vigorous: Here let the Strong Ones dwell with us. HYMN XXXIX Maruts.