3 From hills and heaven ye shake wealth for the worshipper: in terror at your coming low the woods bow down. Ye make the earth to tremble, Sons of Prsni, when for victory ye have yoked, fierce Ones! your spotted deer.

4 Bright with the blasts of wind, wrapped in their robes of rain, like twins of noble aspect and of lovely form, the Maruts, spotless, with steeds tawny-hued and red, strong in their mightiness and spreading wide like heaven.

5 Rich in adornment, rich in drops, munificent, bright in their aspect, yielding bounties that endure, noble by birth, adorned with gold upon their breasts, the Singers of the sky have won immortal fame.

6 Borne on both shoulders, O ye Maruts, are your spears: within your arms is laid your energy and strength. Bold thoughts are in your heads, your weapons in your cars, all glorious majesty is moulded on your forms.

7 Vouchsafe to us, O Maruts, splendid bounty in cattle and in steeds, in cars and heroes. Servants of God the Healer, give us high distinction: may I enjoy your help and favour.

8 Ho! Maruts, Heroes, skilled in Law, immortal, be gracious unto us, ye rich in treasures, ye hearers of the truth, ye sage and youthful, grown mighty, dwelling on the lofty mountains.

HYMN LVIII. The Maruts.

1 Now do I glorify their mighty cohort, the company of these the youthful Maruts, who ride impetuous on with rapid horses, and radiant in themselves, dwell in life immortal.

2 The mighty glittering band, arm-bound with bracelets, givers of bliss, unmeasured in their greatness, with wondrous powers, bountiful, ever-roaring, these, liberal Heroes, honour thou, singer.

3 This day may all your water-bringers, Maruts, they who impel the falling rain, approach us. This fire, O Maruts, hath been duly kindled; let it find favour with you, youthful Sages.

4 Ye raise up for the folk an active ruler whom, Holy Ones! a Master's hand hath fashioned. Ye send the fighter hand to hand, arm-mighty, and the brave hero, Maruts with good horses.

5 They spring forth more and more, strong in their glories, like days, like spokes where none are last in order. Highest and mightiest are the Sons of Prsni. Firm to their own intention cling the Maruts.

6 When ye have hastened on with spotted coursers, O Maruts, on your cars with strong-wrought fellies, the waters are disturbed, the woods are shattered. Let the Sky, the Red Steer, send his thunder downward.

7 Even Earth hath spread herself wide at their coming, and they as husbands have with power impregned her. They to the pole have yoked the winds for coursers: their sweat have they made rain, these servants of God the Healer.

8 Ho! Maruts, Heroes, skilled in Law, immortal, be gracious unto us, ye rich in treasures, ye hearers of the truth, ye sage and youthful, grown mighty, dwelling on the lofty mountains.

HYMN LIX. The Maruts.

1 Your spy hath called to you to give prosperity. I sing to Heaven and Earth and offer worship. They bathe their steeds and hasten through the firmament: they spread abroad their radiance through the sea of cloud.

2 Earth shakes and reels in terror at their onward rush, like a full ship which, quivering, lets the water in. Marked on their ways are they, visible from afar: the Heroes press between in mighty armament.

3 As the exalted horn of bulls for splendid might, as the Sun's eye set in the firmament's expanse, like vigorous horses ye are beauteous to behold, and for your glory show like bridegrooms, O ye Men.

4 Who, O ye Maruts, may attain the mighty lore of you the mighty, who may reach your manly deeds? Ye, verily, make earth tremble like a ray of light what time ye bring your boons to give prosperity.

5 Like steeds of ruddy colour, scions of one race, as foremost champions they have battled in the van. The Heroes have waxed strong like well-grown manly youths; with floods of rain they make the Sun's eye fade away.

6 Having no eldest and no youngest in their band, no middlemost, pre-eminent they have waxed in might, these Sons of Prsni, sprung of noble ancestry: come hitherward to us, ye bridegrooms of the sky.

7 Like birds of air they flew with might in lengthened lines from heaven's high ridges to the borders of the sky. The steeds who carry them, as angels and mortals know, have caused the waters of the mountains to descend.

8 May the Infinite Sky roar for our banquet: may Dawns toil for us, glittering with moisture. Lauded by thee, these Maruts, servants of God the Healer, O Seer, have sent down the heavenly treasure.

HYMN LX. The Maruts.

1 I laud with reverence God the gracious Radiant One: here may He sit and part our meed among us. As with spoil-seeking cars I bring oblation: turned rightward I will swell the Marut's praise-song.

2 The Maruts, yea, the servants of God the Healer, who have mounted their famous spotted deer and cars swift-moving, before you, fierce Ones! woods bow down in terror: Earth, even the mountain, trembles at your coming.

3 Though vast and tall, the mountain is affrighted, the height of heaven is shaken at your roaring when, armed with lances, ye are sporting, Maruts, and rush along together like the waters.

4 They, like young suitors, sons of wealthy houses, have with their golden natures decked their bodies. Strong on their cars, the lordly Ones, for glory, have set their splendours on their forms for ever.

5 None being eldest, none among them youngest, as brothers they have grown to happy fortune. May their Lord, the Healer, young and deft, and Prsni pouring much milk, bring fair days to the Maruts.

6 Whether, O blessed Maruts, ye be dwelling in highest, midmost, or in lowest heaven, thence, O ye servants of the Healer, and Thou also, O God the Radiant, notice the food we offer for Thy sake.

7 O Maruts, Lords of all, when the Radiant One and when ye drive downward from sublimest heaven along the heights, shakers of all, rejoicing, slayers of the foe, give riches to the worshipper who gives of his provision.

8 O God the Radiant, with the Maruts as they gleam and sing, gathered in troop, rejoicing, accept the offering; with these the living ones who cleanse and further all, joined with Thy banner, O Lord of all men, from of old.

HYMN LXI. The Maruts.

1 O Heroes lordliest of all, who are ye that have singly come forth from a region most remote?

2 Where are your horses, where the reins? How came ye? how had ye the power? Rein was on nose and seat on back.

6 Yea, many a woman is more firm and better than the man who turns away from God, and offers not.

7 She who discerns the weak and worn, the man who thirsts and is in want, she sets her mind upon God.

8 And yet full many a one, unpraised, mean niggard, is entitled man: only in weregild is he such.

9 And she, the young, the joyous-spirited, divulged the path to Syava, yea, to me. Two red steeds carried me to Purumilha's side, that sage of far-extended fame,

10 him who, like Vaidadasvi, like Taranta, hath bestowed on me a hundred cows in liberal gift.

11 They who are borne by rapid steeds, drinking the sweet drink that gives delight, they have attained high glories here.

12 They by whose splendour both the worlds are overspread, they shine on cars as the gold gleams above in heaven.

13 That Marut band is ever young, borne on bright cars, unblamable, moving to victory, checked by none.

14 Who knoweth, verily, of these where the All-shakers take delight, born, spotless, after sacred Law?

15 Guides are ye, lovers of the song to mortal man through holy hymn, and hearers when he cries for help.

16 Do ye, destroyers of the foe, worthy of honour and exceeding bright, send down the treasures that we crave.

17 O Urmya, bear thou far away to Darbhya this my hymn of praise, songs, O gracious one, as if chariot-borne.

18 From me to Rathaviti say, when he hath prepared his offering, the wish I had departeth not.

19 This wealthy Rathaviti dwells among the people rich in kine, among the mountains, far withdrawn.

HYMN LXII. God the Friend and the All-Seeing

1 By Your high Law firm order is established there where they loose for travel the Sun's horses. Ten hundred stood together: there I looked on this the most marvellous, the one chief glory of the angels.

2 This, O Friend and All-Seeing, is Your special greatness: floods that stood there they with the days attracted. Ye cause to flow all voices of the cowpen: your single chariot-felly hath rolled hither.

3 O Friend and All-Seeing, ye by Your greatness, both Kings, have firmly stablished earth and heaven. Ye caused the cows to stream, the plants to flourish, and, scattering swift drops, sent down the rain-flood.

4 Let Your well-harnessed horses bear You hither: hitherward let them come with reins drawn tightly. A covering cloud of sacred oil attends You, and Your streams flow to us from days aforetime.

5 To make the lustre wider and more famous, guarding the sacred grass with veneration, ye, Friend and All-Seeing, firm, strong, awe-inspiring, are seated on a throne amid offerings.

6 With hands that shed no blood, guarding the pious, whom, O All-Seeing, ye save amid offerings, ye Twain, together, Kings of willing spirit, uphold dominion based on thousand pillars.

7 Adorned with gold, its columns are of iron, in heaven it glitters like a whip for horses; or stablished on a field deep-spoiled and fruitful. So may we share the sweetness that loads your car-seat.

8 Ye mount your car gold-hued at break of morning, and iron-pillared when the Sun is setting, and from that place, O All-Seeing and Friend, behold infinity and limitation.

9 Bountiful guardians of the world! the shelter that is impenetrable, strongest, flawless, aid us with that, O All-Seeing and Friend, and when we long to win may we be victors.

HYMN LXIII. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 Guardians of Order, ye whose Laws are ever true, in the sublimest heaven your chariot ye ascend. O Friend and All-Seeing, whomsoever ye favour here, to him the rain with sweetness streameth down from heaven.

2 This world's imperial Kings, O Friend and All-Seeing, ye rule in holy assembly, looking on the light. We pray for rain, your boon, and for life everlasting. Through heaven and over earth the thunderers take their way.

3 Imperial Kings, strong, Heroes, Lords of earth and heaven, Friend and All-Seeing, ye ever active Ones, ye wait on thunder with the many-tinted clouds, and by the Lord's mighty power cause Heaven to rain.

4 Your power, O Friend and All-Seeing, resteth in the heaven. The Sun, the wondrous weapon, cometh forth as light. Ye hide him in the sky with cloud and flood of rain, and water-drops, O Giver of rain! full of sweetness flow.

5 The Maruts yoke their easy car for victory, O Friend and All-Seeing, as a hero in the wars. The thunderers roam through regions varied in their hues. Imperial Kings, bedew us with the milk of heaven.

6 Refreshing is your voice, O Friend and All-Seeing: the Giver of rain sendeth out a wondrous mighty voice. By mighty power the Maruts clothe them with the clouds. Ye Two cause Heaven to rain, the red, the spotless One.

7 Wise, with your Law and through the Lord's mighty power ye guard the ordinances, O Friend and All-Seeing. Ye by eternal Order govern all the world. Ye set the Sun in heaven as a refulgent car.

HYMN LXIV. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 You, foeman-slaying All-Seeing and Friend, we invoke with song, who, as with penfold of your arms, encompass round the realm of light.

2 Stretch out your arms with favouring love unto this man who singeth hymns, for in all places is sung forth your ever-gracious friendliness.

3 That I may gain a refuge now, may my steps be on the path of the Friend. Men go protected in the charge of this dear Friend who harms us not.

4 Friend and All-Seeing, from you may I, by song, win noblest meed. That shall stir envy in the homes of wealthy chiefs and those who praise.

5 With your fair splendours, All-Seeing and Friend, to our gathering come, that in their homes the wealthy chiefs and they who are your friends may thrive.

6 With those, moreover, among whom ye hold your high supremacy, vouchsafe us room that we may win strength for prosperity and wealth.

7 When morning flushes, Holy Ones! in the realm of heaven where white Cows shine, supporting Arcananas, speed, ye Heroes, with your active feet hither to my offering.

HYMN LXV. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 Full wise is he who hath discerned: let him speak to us of the righteous, the man whose praise-songs the beautiful All-Seeing, or the Friend, loves.

2 For they are Kings of noblest might, of glorious fame most widely spread; Lords of the brave, who strengthen Law, the Holy Ones with every race.

3 Approaching you with prayer for aid, together I address you first. We who have good steeds call on you, Most Sage, to give us strength besides.

4 Even out of misery the Friend gives a way to dwelling at our ease, for he who worships hath the grace of the Friend, fighter in the van.

5 In the shelter of the Friend that extends to utmost distance may we dwell, unmenaced, guarded by the care, ever as servants of the All-Seeing.

6 Ye, Friend, urge this people on, and to one end direct their ways. Neglect not ye the wealthy chiefs, neglect not us the Seers: be our guardians.

HYMN LXVI. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 O sapient man, call the Two, the very wise, who slay the foe. For the All-Seeing, whose form is Law, place offerings for his great delight.

2 For they have won unbroken sway in full perfection, power divine. And, like high laws, the world of man hath been made beautiful as light.

3 Therefore we praise you that your cars may travel far in front of ours, you who accept the eulogy of Ratahavya with his hymns.

4 And ye show wisdom, Wondrous Ones, with fulness of intelligence. By men's discernment are ye marked, O ye whose might is purified.

5 This is the Law sublime, O Earth: to aid the Seers' toil for fame the Two, wide-spreading, are prepared. They come with ample overflow.

6 Friend, ye with wandering eyes, would that the worshippers and we might strive to reach the realm ye rule, most spacious and protected well.

HYMN LXVII. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 Ye Adityas, the All-Seeing, Aryaman, the Friend, verily have here obtained supremest sway, high, holy, set apart for you.

2 When, All-Seeing and Friend, ye sit in your golden dwelling-place, ye Twain, supporters of mankind, foe-slayers, give felicity.

3 All these, possessors of all wealth, the All-Seeing, the Friend, Aryaman, follow their ways, as if with feet, and guard from injury mortal man.

4 For they are true, they cleave to Law, held holy among every race, good leaders, bounteous in their gifts, deliverers even from distress.

5 Which of your persons, All-Seeing or Friend, merits not our praise? Therefore our thought is turned to you, the Atris' thought is turned to you.

HYMN LXVIII. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 Sing forth unto your All-Seeing and Friend with a song inspired. They, Mighty Lords, are lofty Law.

2 Full springs of fatness, Sovran Kings, the Friend and the All-Seeing, the Twain, glorified among the angels.

3 So help ye us to riches, great terrestrial and celestial wealth: vast is your sway among the angels.

4 Carefully tending Law with Law they have attained their vigorous might. The two grow devoid of guile.

5 With rainy skies and streaming floods, Lords of the strength that bringeth gifts, a lofty seat have they attained.

HYMN LXIX. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 Three spheres of light, O All-Seeing, three heavens, three firmaments ye comprehend, O Friend: waxed strong, ye keep the splendour of dominion, guarding the Ordinance that lasts for ever.

2 Ye, All-Seeing, have kine who yield refreshment; Friend, your floods pour water full of sweetness. There stand the Three Steers, splendid in their brightness, who fill the three world-bowls with genial moisture.

3 I call at dawn on Aditi, I call at noon and when the Sun is setting. I pray, O Friend and All-Seeing, for safety, for wealth and progeny, in rest and trouble.

4 Ye who uphold the region, sphere of brightness, ye who support earth's realm, Divine Adityas, the Immortal Ones, O All-Seeing and Friend, never impair your everlasting statutes.

HYMN LXX. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 Even far and wide, O All-Seeing and Friend, doth your grace extend. May I obtain your kind good-will.

2 From you, benignant ones, may we gain fully food for sustenance. Such, O ye servants of the Healer, may we be.

3 Guard us, O ye servants of the Healer, with your guard; save us, ye skilled to save; may we subdue the Dasyus, we ourselves,

4 or never may we, O Wondrous Strong, enjoy another's solemn feast, ourselves, our sons, or progeny.

HYMN LXXI. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 O All-Seeing and Friend, ye who slay the foemen, come with might to this our goodly worship.

2 For, All-Seeing and Friend, ye Sages are Rulers over all. Fill full our songs, for this ye can.

3 Come to the offering that we have prepared. All-Seeing, Friend, come to accept this offering of the worshipper.

HYMN LXXII. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 To the All-Seeing and the Friend we offer with songs, as Atri did. Sit on the sacred grass to accept the offering.

2 By Ordinance and Law ye dwell in peace secure, bestirring men. Sit on the sacred grass to accept the offering.

3 May the All-Seeing and the Friend, for our help, accept the worship. Sit on the sacred grass to accept the offering.