have grown up on earth, or in the wide sky, or in
the realm of the rivers, or in the abode of the great
heaven, praise that host of the Maruts, endowed with
true strength and boldness, whether those rushing
heroes have by themselves harnessed their horses for
triumph, or whether these brilliant Maruts have in
the speckled cloud clothed themselves in wool, or
whether by their strength they cut the mountain asunder
with the tire of their chariot; call them comers,
or goers, or enterers, or followers, under all these
names, they watch on the straw for my sacrifice.
The men watch, and their steeds watch. Then,
so brilliant are their forms to be soon, that people
say, Look at the strangers! In measured steps
and wildly shouting the gleemen have danced towards
the cloud. They who appeared one by one like
thieves, were helpers to me to see the light.
Worship, therefore, O seer, that host of Maruts, and
keep and delight them with your voice, they who are
themselves wise poets, tall heroes armed with lightning-spears.
Approach, O seer, the host of Maruts, as a woman approaches
a friend, for a gift; and you, Maruts, bold in your
strength, hasten hither, even from heaven, when you
have been praised by our hymns. If he, after
perceiving them, has approached them as gods with an
offering, then may he for a gift remain united with
the brilliant Maruts, who by their ornaments are glorious
on their march. They, the wise Maruts, the lords,
who, when there was inquiry for their kindred, told
me of the cow, they told me of Prisni as their mother,
and of the strong Rudra as their father. The
seven and seven heroes gave me each a hundred.
On the Yamuna I clear off glorious wealth in cows,
I clear wealth in horses.
Those who glance forth like wives and yoke-fellows,
the powerful sons of Rudra on their way, they, the
Maruts, have indeed made heaven and earth to grow;
they, the strong and wild, delight in the sacrifices.
When grown up, they attained to greatness; the Rudras
have established their seat in the sky. While
singing their song and increasing their vigor, the
sons of Prisni have clothed themselves in beauty.
When these sons of the cow adorn themselves with glittering
ornaments, the brilliant ones put bright weapons on
their bodies. They drive away every adversary;
fatness streams along their paths;—when
you, the powerful, who shine with your spears, shaking
even what is unshakable by strength—when
you, O Maruts, the manly hosts, had yoked the spotted
deer, swift as thought, to your chariots;—when
you had yoked the spotted deer before your chariots,
hurling thunderbolt in the fight, then the streams
of the red-horse rush forth: like a skin with
water they water the earth. May the swiftly-gliding,
swift-winged horses carry you hither! Come forth
with your arms! Sit down on the grass-pile; a
wide seat has been made for you. Rejoice, O Maruts,
in the sweet food. Strong in themselves, they