Sukta 22

Mantra 1

भैषज्यम्। कृ॒ष्णं नि॒यानं॒ हर॑यः सुप॒र्णा अ॒पो वसा॑ना॒ दिव॒मुत् प॑तन्ति । त आव॑वृत्र॒न्त्सद॑नादृ॒तस्यादिद् घृ॒तेन॑ पृथि॒वीं व्यूऽदुः

A remedy is this: the dark, down-leading (mass); the tawny, fair-winged ones, clad with waters, fly aloft to heaven. They encompassed the seat of Order; and then, with ghee, they opened and moistened the Earth abroad.

Mantra 2

पय॑स्वतीः कृणुथा॒प ओष॑धीः शि॒वा यदेज॑था मरुतो रुक्मवक्षसः । ऊर्जं॑ च॒ तत्र॑ सुम॒तिं च॑ पिन्वत॒ यत्रा॑ नरो मरुतः सि॒ञ्चथा॒ मधु॑

Make ye the plants sap-rich, O Waters—benign—when ye, O Maruts of the golden breast, bestir yourselves. There do ye swell both nourishment and kindly favour, where, O heroic Maruts, ye pour down sweetness.

Mantra 3

उ॒द॒प्रुतो॑ म॒रुत॒स्तां इ॑यर्त वृ॒ष्टिर्या विश्वा॑ नि॒वत॑स्पृ॒णाति॑ । एजा॑ति॒ ग्लहा॑ क॒न्येऽव तु॒न्नैरुं॑ तुन्दा॒ना पत्ये॑व जा॒या

Water-driven, O Maruts, send ye that rain—the shower which filleth all the lowly places. The gambler quivereth, O maiden, thrust downward—prodding his hurt—like a wife (yearning) for her husband.