To the Maruts and Indra

The sacrificer speaks:

The person offering the sacrifice speaks:

To what splendor do the Maruts all equally cling, they who are of the same age, and dwell in the same nest? With what thoughts?—from whence are they come? Do these heroes sing forth their own strength, wishing for wealth? Whose prayers have the youths accepted? Who has turned the Maruts to his own sacrifice? By what strong desire may we arrest them, they who float through the air like hawks?

What splendor do all the Maruts cling to equally? They are the same age and share the same nest. What are their thoughts? Where have they come from? Do these heroes sing of their own strength, hoping for wealth? Whose prayers have these youths accepted? Who has drawn the Maruts to his own sacrifice? What strong desire might let us hold them back as they glide through the air like hawks?

The Maruts speak:

The Maruts speak:

From whence, O Indra, dost thou come alone, thou who art mighty? O lord of men, what has thus happened to thee? Thou greetest us when thou comest together with us. Tell us then, thou with thy bay horses, what thou hast against us!

Where do you come from alone, mighty Indra? Lord of men, what has happened to you? You greet us when you join us. So tell us, you with your bay horses, what do you have against us?

Indra speaks:

Indra speaks:

The sacred songs are mine, the prayers; sweet are the libations! My strength rises, my thunderbolt is hurled forth. They call for me, the hymns yearn for me. Here are my horses, they carry me hither.

The sacred songs and prayers are mine. The drink offerings are sweet! My strength rises, and my thunderbolt is hurled. They call for me, and the hymns long for me. Here are my horses, carrying me here.

The Maruts speak:

The Maruts speak:

From thence, in company with our strong friends, having adorned our bodies, we now harness our fallow deer with all our might;—for, Indra, according to custom, thou hast come to be with us.

From there, we join our strong friends, having adorned our bodies, and now harness our fallow deer with all our might. For, Indra, you have come to be with us, as is customary.

Indra speaks:

Indra speaks:

Where, O Maruts, was that custom with you, when you left me alone in the killing of Ahi? I indeed am terrible, powerful, strong,—I escaped from the blows of every enemy.

Maruts, where was that custom of yours when you left me to kill Ahi alone? I am indeed fearsome, powerful, and strong. I escaped the blows of every enemy.

The Maruts speak:

The Maruts speak:

Thou hast achieved much with us as companions. With equal valor, O hero! let us achieve then many things, O thou most powerful, O Indra! whatever we, O Maruts, wish with our mind.

You have achieved much with us as your companions. With equal courage, hero, let us then achieve many things, Indra, most powerful of all! Let us achieve whatever we wish in our minds, Maruts.

Indra speaks:

Indra speaks:

I slew Vritra, O Maruts, with Indra's might, having grown powerful through my own vigor; I, who hold the thunderbolt in my arms, have made these all-brilliant waters to flow freely for man.

I killed Vritra, O Maruts, with Indra's might, having grown powerful through my own strength. I hold the thunderbolt in my arms. I have made these waters, all shining brightly, flow freely for humanity.

The Maruts speak:

The Maruts speak:

Nothing, O mighty lord, is strong before thee: no one is known among the gods like unto thee. No one who is now born comes near, no one who has been born. Do what thou wilt do, thou who art grown so strong.

Nothing is strong before you, mighty lord. No one among the gods is known to be like you. No one being born now comes close to you, nor does anyone born before. Do what you will, you who have grown so strong.

Indra speaks:

Indra speaks:

Almighty strength be mine alone, whatever I may do, daring in my heart; for I indeed, O Maruts, am known as terrible: of all that I threw down, I, Indra, am the lord.

May almighty strength be mine alone in whatever I do, with courage in my heart. For I am indeed known as fearsome, Maruts. I, Indra, am the lord of all I have overthrown.

O Maruts, now your praise has pleased me, the glorious hymn which you have made for me, ye men!—for me, for Indra, for the joyful hero, as friends for a friend, for your own sake, and by your own efforts.

Maruts, your praise has now pleased me, the glorious hymn you men have made for me! You made it for me, for Indra, the joyful hero, as friends would for a friend. You did so for your own sake and through your own efforts.

Truly, there they are, shining towards me, bringing blameless glory, bringing food. O Maruts, wherever I have looked for you, you have appeared to me in bright splendor: appear to me also now!

Truly, there they are, shining toward me, bringing glory free from blame and bringing food. Maruts, wherever I have looked for you, you have appeared to me in bright splendor. Appear to me now as well!

The sacrificer speaks:

The person offering the sacrifice speaks:

Who has magnified you here, O Maruts? Come hither, O friends, towards your friends. Ye brilliant Maruts, welcoming these prayers, be mindful of these my rites. The wisdom of Mânya has brought us hither, that he should help as the poet helps the performer of a sacrifice: turn hither quickly! Maruts, on to the sage! the singer has recited these prayers for you. May this your praise, O Maruts, this song of Mândârya, the son of Mâna, the poet, bring offspring for ourselves with food. May we have an invigorating autumn, with quickening rain.

Who has praised your greatness here, O Maruts? Come here, friends, to your friends. Brilliant Maruts, welcome these prayers and remember these rites of mine. Mânya’s wisdom has brought us here so that he may help as a poet helps someone performing a sacrifice. Turn this way quickly! Maruts, come to the sage! The singer has recited these prayers for you. May this praise of you, O Maruts, bring us children and food. This is the song of Mândârya, the son of Mâna, the poet. May we have an autumn that renews our strength, with life-giving rain.