grew with might; they stepped to the firmament, they
made their seat wide. When Vishnu saved the enrapturing
Soma, the Maruts sat down like birds on their beloved
altar. Like heroes indeed thirsting for fight
they rush about; like combatants eager for glory they
have striven in battles. All beings are afraid
of the Maruts; they are men terrible to behold, like
kings. When the clever Tvashtar had turned the
well-made, golden, thousand-edged thunderbolt, Indra
takes it to perform his manly deeds; he slew Vritra,
he forced out the stream of water. By their power
they pushed the well aloft, they clove asunder the
rock, however strong. Blowing forth their voice
the bounteous Maruts performed, while drunk of Soma,
their glorious deeds. They pushed the cloud athwart
this way, they poured out the spring to the thirsty
Gotama. The Maruts with beautiful splendor approach
him with help, they in their own ways satisfied the
desire of the sage. The shelters which you have
for him who praises you, grant them threefold to the
man who gives! Extend the same to us, O Maruts!
Give us, ye heroes, wealth with valiant offspring!
Who are these resplendent men, dwelling together,
the boys of Rudra, also with good horses? No
one indeed knows their births, they alone know each
other’s birthplace. They plucked each other
with their beaks; the hawks, rushing like the wind,
strove together. A wise man understands these
secrets, that Prisni, the great, bore an udder.
May that clan be rich in heroes by the Maruts, always
victorious, rich in manhood! They are quickest
to go, most splendid with splendor, endowed with beauty,
strong with strength. Strong is your strength,
steadfast your powers, and thus by the Maruts is this
clan mighty. Resplendent is your breath, furious
are the minds of the wild host, like a shouting maniac.
Keep from us entirely your flame, let not your hatred
reach us here. I call on the dear names of your
swift ones, so that the greedy should be satisfied,
O Maruts, the well-armed, the swift, decked with beautiful
chains, who themselves adorn their bodies. Bright
are the libations for you, the bright ones, O Maruts,
a bright sacrifice I prepare for the bright.
In proper order came those who truly follow the order,
the bright born, the bright, the pure. On your
shoulders, O Maruts, are the rings, on your chests
the golden chains are fastened; far-shining like lightnings
with showers, you wield your weapons, according to
your wont. Your hidden splendors come forth;
spread out your powers, O racers! Accept, O Maruts,
this thousandfold, domestic share, as an offering for
the house-gods. If you thus listen, O Maruts,
to this praise, at the invocation of the powerful
sage, give him quickly a share of wealth in plentiful
offspring, which no selfish enemy shall be able to
hurt. The Maruts, who are fleet like racers,
the manly youths, shone like Yakshas; they are beautiful
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