To Indra and the Maruts

Those who stand around him while he moves on, harness the bright red steed; the lights in heaven shine forth. They harness to the chariot on each side his two favorite bays, the brown, the bold, who can carry the hero. Thou who createst light where there was no light, and form, O men! where there was no form, hast been born together with the dawns. Thereupon they (the Maruts), according to their wont, assumed again the form of new-born babes, taking their sacred name. Thou, O Indra, with the swift Maruts, who break even through the stronghold, hast found even in their hiding-place the bright ones. The pious singers have, after their own mind, shouted towards the giver of wealth, the great, the glorious Indra. Mayest thou, host of the Maruts, be verily seen coming together with Indra, the fearless: you are both happy-making, and of equal splendor. With the beloved hosts of Indra, with the blameless, hasting (Maruts), the sacrificer cries aloud. From yonder, O traveller, Indra, come hither, or from the light of heaven; the singers all yearn for it;—or we ask Indra for help from here, or from heaven, or from above the earth, or from the great sky.

Those who stand around him as he moves harness the bright red horse. The lights in heaven shine out. They harness his two favorite bay horses, one on each side of the chariot. These brown, bold horses can carry the hero. You create light where there was no light and form, O men, where there was no form. You were born together with the dawns. Then the Maruts, as was their custom, again took the form of newborn babies, taking their sacred name. You, Indra, together with the swift Maruts, have found the bright ones even in their hiding place. These Maruts break through even the stronghold. The devout singers have called out as they wished to Indra, the great and glorious giver of wealth. May you, the host of the Maruts, truly be seen coming together with fearless Indra. You both bring happiness and are equal in splendor. The sacrificer cries aloud with Indra’s beloved hosts, the blameless, swift-moving Maruts. Indra, traveler, come here from far away, or from the light of heaven. All the singers long for your coming. Or we ask Indra for help from here, or from heaven, or from above the earth, or from the great sky.