2 Who, when they stood upon their cars, hath heard them tell the way they went? Who was the bounteous man to whom their kindred rains flowed down with food of sacrifice?
té ma āhur yá āyayúr úpa dyúbhir víbhir máde | náro máryā arepása imā́n páśyann íti ṣṭuhi ||
3 To me they told it, and they came with winged steeds radiant to the draught, Youths, Heroes free from spot or stain: Behold us here and praise thou us;
6 Munificent Heroes, they have cast heaven's treasury down for the worshipper's behoof: They set the storm-cloud free to stream through both the worlds, and rainfloods flow o’er desert spots.
7 The bursting streams m billowy flood have spread abroad, like milch-kine, o’er the firmament. Like swift steeds hasting to their journey's resting-place, to every side run glittering brooks.
13 Vouchsafe to us the bounty, that which we implore, through which, for child and progeny, Ye give the seed of corn that wasteth not away, and bliss that reacheth to all life.
14 May we in safety pass by those who slander us, leaving behind disgrace and hate. Maruts, may we be there when ye, at dawn, in rest and toil, rain waters down and balm.
sudeváḥ samahāsati suvī́ro naro marutaḥ sá mártiyaḥ | yáṃ trā́yadhve siyā́ma té ||
15 Favoured by Gods shall he the man, O Heroes, Marutr! and possessed of noble sons, Whom ye protect. Such may we be.
stuhí bhojā́n stuvató asya yā́mani ráṇan gā́vo ná yávase | yatáḥ pū́rvām̐ iva sákhīm̐r ánu hvaya girā́ gr̥ṇīhi kāmínaḥ ||
16 Praise the Free-givers. At this liberal patron's rite they joy like cattle in the mead. So call thou unto them who come as ancient Friends: hymn those who love thee with a song.
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Maṇḍala I