mó ṣú vo asmád abhí tā́ni paúṃsiyā sánā bhūvan dyumnā́ni mótá jāriṣurasmát purótá jāriṣuḥ |
yád vaś citráṃ yugé-yugenávyaṃ ghóṣād ámartiyam |
asmā́su tán maruto yác ca duṣṭáraṃdidhr̥tā́ yác ca duṣṭáram ||
Whatever, Maruts! may be difficult to gain, grant us, whate’er is hard to gain. 9 Dadhyac of old, Aṅgiras, Priyamedha these, and Kaṇva, Atri, Manu knew my birth, yea, those of ancient days and Manu knew. Their long line stretcheth to the Gods, our birth-connexions are with them.