2Armed with your daggers, full of wisdom, armed with spears, armed with your quivers, armed with arro ws, with good bows, Good horses and good cars have ye, O Prsni's Sons: ye, Maruts, with good weapons go to victory.

3From hills and heaven ye shake wealth for the worshipper: in terror at your coming low the woods bow down. Ye make the earth to tremble, Sons of Prsni, when for victory ye have yoked, fierce Ones! your spotted de er.

4Bright with the blasts of wind, wrapped in their robes of rain, like twins of noble aspect and of lovely fo rm, The Maruts, spotless, with steeds tawnyhued and red, strong in their mightiness and spreading wide like heaven.

5Rich in adornment, rich in drops, munificent, bright in their aspect, yielding bounties that endure, Noble by birth, adorned with gold upon their breasts, the Singers of the sky have won immortal fame.

6Borne on both shoulders, O ye Maruts, are your spears: within your arms is laid your energy and 3trengt h. Bold thoughts are in your heads, your weapons in your cars, all glorious majesty is moulded on your form s.

7Vouchsafe to us, O Maruts, splendid bounty in cattle and in steeds, in cars and heroes. Children of Rudra, give us high distinction: may I enjoy your Godlike help and favour.

8Ho! Maruts, Heroes, skilled in Law, immortal, be gracious unto us, ye rich in treasures, Ye hearers of the truth, ye sage and youthful, grown mighty, dwelling on the lofty mountains.