2Maruts, Rbhuksans, Rudras come ye with your cars strong−fellied and exceeding bright. Come, ye for whom we long, with food, to sacrifice, come ye with love to Sobbari.

3For well we know the vigorous might of Rudra's Sons, the Martits, who are passing strong, Swift Visnu's band, who send the rain.,

4Islands are bursting forth and misery is stayed: the heaven and earth are joined in one. Decked with bright rings, ye spread the broad expanses out, when ye, Self. luminous, stirred yourselves.

5Even things immovable shake and reel, the mountains and the forest trees at your approach, And the earth trembles as ye come.

6To lend free course, O Maruts, to your furious rush, heaven high and higher still gives way, Where they, the Heroes mighty with their arms, display their gleaming omaments on their forms.

7After their Godlike nature they, the bull. like Heroes, dazzling and impetuous, wear Great splendour as they show erect.

8The pivot of the Sobharis' chariot within the golden box is balmed with milk. May they the Well−born, Mighty, kindred of the Cow, aid us to food and to delight.

9Bring, ye who sprinkle balmy drops. oblations to your vigorous Marut company, To those whose leader is the Bull.

10Come hither, O ye Mares, on your stronghorsed car, solid in look, with solid naves. Lightly like winged falcons, O ye Heroes, come, come to enjoy our ofrerings.

11Their decoration is the same: their omaments of gold are bright upon their arms; Their lances glitter splendidly.

12They toil not to defend their bodies from attack, strong Heroes with their mighty arms. Strong are your bows and strong the weapons in your cars, and glory sits on every face.

13Whose name extendeth like a sea, alone, resplendent, so that all have joy in it, And life−power like ancestral might.

14Pay honour to these Maruts and sing praise to them, for of the wheel−spokes of the car Of these loud roarers none is last: this is their power, this moves them to give mighty gifts.

15Blest by your favouring help was he, O Maruts, at the earlier flushings of the morn, And even now shall he be blest.

16The strong man to whose sacrifice, O Heroes, ye approach that ye may taste thereof, With glories and with war that winneth spoil shall gain great bliss, ye Shakers of the world.

17Even as Rudra's Sons, the brood of the Creator Dyaus, the Asura, desire, O Youthful Ones, so shall it be:

18And these the bounteous, worthy of the Maruts who move onward pouring down the rain− Even for their sake, O Youthful Ones, with kindest heart take us to you to be your own.

19O Sobhari, with newest song sing out unto the youthful purifying Bulls, Even as a plougher to his steers.

20Who, like a celebrated boxer, overcome the challengers in every fight: They who, like shining bulls, are most illustrious−honour those Maruts with thy song.

21Allied by common ancestry, ye Maruts, even the Cows, alike in energy, Lick, all by turns, each other's head.

22Even mortal man, ye Dancers breast adorned with gold, attains to brotherhood with you. Mark ye and notice us, O Maruts; evermore your friendship is secured to us.

23O Maruts, rich in noble gifts, bring us a portion of the Maruts' medicine, Ye Coursers who are Friends to us.

24Haters of those who serve you not, bliss−bringers, bring us bliss with those auspicious aids Wherewith ye are victorious and guard Sindhu well, and succour Krvi in his need.

25Maruts, who rest on fair trimmed grass, what balm soever Sindhu or Asikni hath, Or mountains or the seas contain.

26Ye carry on your bodies, ye who see it all: so bless us graciously therewith. Cast, Maruts, to the ground our sick man's malady: replace the dislocated limb.

27Like a son cherished in his father's houi§e, let our oblation rise unto the Gods.

28With thine immediate aid may I, excellent Agni, ever gain my wish A mortal with a God to help.

29O Agni, by thy wisdom, by thy bounties, by thy leading may I gather wealth. Excellent Agni, thou art called my Providence: delight thou to be liberal.

30Agni, he conquers by thine aid that brings him store of noble heroes and great strength, Whose bond of friendship is thy choice.

31Thy spark is black and crackling, kindled in due time, O Bounteous, it is taken up. Thou art the dear Friend of the mighty Mornings: thou shinest in glimmerings of the night.

32We Sobharis have come to him, for succour, who is good to help with thousand powers, The Sovran, Trasadasyu's Friend.

33O Agni, thou on whom all other fires depend, as branches on the parent stem, I make the treasures of the folk, like songs, mine own, while I exalt thy sovran might.

34The mortal whom, Adityas, ye, Guilelew, lead to the farther bank Of all the princes, Bounteous Ones

35Whoe'er he be, Man−ruling Kings! the Regent of the race of men− May we, O Mitra, Varuna, and Aryaman, like him be furtherers of your law.

36A gift of fifty female slaves hath Trasadasyu given me, Purukutsa's son, Most liberal, kind, lord of the brave.

37And Syava too for me led forth a strong steed at Suvastu's ford: A herd of three times seventy kine, good lord of gifts, he gave to me. HYMN XX Maruts. 1. LET none, Swift Travellers! check you: come hither, like−spirited, stay not far away, Ye benders even of what is firm.