To Agni and the Maruts

I implore Agni, the gracious, with salutations, may he sit down here, and gather what we have made. I offer him sacrifice as with racing chariots; may I, turning to the right, accomplish this hymn to the Maruts. Those who approached on their glorious deer, on their easy chariots, the Rudras, the Maruts—through fear of you, ye terrible ones, the forests even bend down, the earth shakes, and also the mountain cloud. At your shouting, even the mountain cloud, grown large, fears, and the ridge of heaven trembles. When you play together, O Maruts, armed with spears, you run together like waters. Like rich suitors the Maruts have themselves adorned their bodies with golden ornaments; more glorious for glory, and powerful on their chariots, they have brought together splendors on their bodies. As brothers, no one being the eldest or the youngest, they have grown up together to happiness. Young is their clever father Rudra, flowing with plenty is Prisni, always kind to the Maruts. O happy Maruts, whether you are in the highest, or in the middle, or in the lowest heaven, from thence, O Rudras, or thou also, O Agni, take notice of this libation which we offer. When Agni, and you, wealthy Maruts, drive down from the higher heaven over the ridges, give then, if pleased, you roarers, O destroyers of enemies, wealth to the sacrificer who prepares Soma-juice. Agni, be pleased to drink Soma with the brilliant Maruts, the singers, approaching in companies, with the men, who brighten and enliven everything; do this, Agni, thou who art always endowed with splendor.

I call on gracious Agni with greetings of respect. May he sit here and gather what we have made. I offer him sacrifice as with racing chariots. May I turn to the right and complete this hymn to the Maruts. The Rudras, the Maruts, approached on their glorious deer, in their smooth-riding chariots. Even the forests bow down in fear of you, terrible ones. The earth shakes, and so does the mountain cloud. At your shouting, even the mountain cloud, grown large, is afraid, and heaven’s ridge trembles. When you play together, Maruts, armed with spears, you rush together like waters. Like wealthy suitors, the Maruts have adorned their bodies with golden ornaments. More glorious in their glory and powerful on their chariots, they have gathered splendors upon their bodies. Like brothers, with none older or younger, they have grown up together in happiness. Their skillful father Rudra is young. Prisni overflows with abundance and is always kind to the Maruts. Happy Maruts, whether you are in the highest, middle, or lowest heaven, take notice of our offering from there. Rudras, and you too, Agni, take notice of this drink offering we bring. Agni and wealthy Maruts, when you drive down from the higher heaven over the ridges, give wealth if you are pleased. You roaring ones, destroyers of enemies, give wealth to the sacrificer who prepares Soma juice. Agni, gladly drink Soma with the brilliant Maruts, the singers who approach in companies. Drink with these men, who brighten and enliven everything. Do this, Agni, you who are always filled with splendor.