Sukta 57

Mantra 1

आ रुद्रास इन्द्रवन्तः सजोषसो हिरण्यरथाः सुविताय गन्तन । इयं वो अस्मत्प्रति हर्यते मतिस्तृष्णजे न दिव उत्सा उदन्यवे ॥

Come, O Rudra-sons, rich in Indra’s might, in one accord, on golden chariots, for our well-being. This our thought turns eagerly toward you—like springs from heaven toward the thirsty seeker of water.

Mantra 2

वाशीमन्त ऋष्टिमन्तो मनीषिणः सुधन्वान इषुमन्तो निषङ्गिणः । स्वश्वाः स्थ सुरथाः पृश्निमातरः स्वायुधा मरुतो याथना शुभम् ॥

With axes, with spears—wise in thought; with good bows, with arrows, with quivers: you are well-horsed, well-charioted, O Maruts, children of Pṛśni. Armed with your own powers, move on toward auspiciousness and luminous good.

Mantra 3

धूनुथ द्यां पर्वतान्दाशुषे वसु नि वो वना जिहते यामनो भिया । कोपयथ पृथिवीं पृश्निमातरः शुभे यदुग्राः पृषतीरयुग्ध्वम् ॥

You, the Maruts, shake the heaven and the firm-set mountains; for the giver you set down the Vasus (rich powers). The forests bend down in the fear of your onrush. You stir the Earth, O sons of Pr̥śni, when, mighty for the work of a luminous going, you yoke your dappled steeds.

Mantra 4

वातत्विषो मरुतो वर्षनिर्णिजो यमा इव सुसदृशः सुपेशसः । पिशङ्गाश्वा अरुणाश्वा अरेपसः प्रत्वक्षसो महिना द्यौरिवोरवः ॥

The Maruts are bright with wind’s force, clothed in rain; like twin powers they are harmonious and beautifully formed. With tawny steeds, with ruddy steeds, flawless, strong-limbed—by greatness they are wide-voiced like Heaven itself.

Mantra 5

पुरुद्रप्सा अञ्जिमन्तः सुदानवस्त्वेषसंदृशो अनवभ्रराधसः । सुजातासो जनुषा रुक्मवक्षसो दिवो अर्का अमृतं नाम भेजिरे ॥

Abundant in shining drops, brilliant in their adornment, generous, fierce to behold, with unclouded bounty; well-born by their very birth, with golden breasts—they are hymns of Heaven, and they have taken to themselves the immortal Name.

Mantra 6

ऋष्टयो वो मरुतो अंसयोरधि सह ओजो बाह्वोर्वो बलं हितम् । नृम्णा शीर्षस्वायुधा रथेषु वो विश्वा वः श्रीरधि तनूषु पिपिशे ॥

Your spears, O Maruts, are upon your shoulders; might and energy are set in your arms, your strength is established. By heroic force your weapons are on your heads; on your chariots and in your bodies every splendor of yours is fashioned and increased.

Mantra 7

गोमदश्वावद्रथवत्सुवीरं चन्द्रवद्राधो मरुतो ददा नः । प्रशस्तिं नः कृणुत रुद्रियासो भक्षीय वोऽवसो दैव्यस्य ॥

Give us, O Maruts, a boon rich in light-cows, rich in swift energies, rich in ordered movements, rich in heroic sons—shining like the moon. Make for us a praiseworthy path, O Rudra-born ones, that we may partake of your divine protection.

Mantra 8

हये नरो मरुतो मृळता नस्तुवीमघासो अमृता ऋतज्ञाः । सत्यश्रुतः कवयो युवानो बृहद्गिरयो बृहदुक्षमाणाः ॥

Come, O heroes, O Maruts—be gracious to us, you of mighty giving, immortal, knowers of the Right. Hearers of the Truth, seers, ever-young, of vast song—pouring out the Vast (the bṛhat) in your increase.