Sukta 58

Mantra 1

तमु नूनं तविषीमन्तमेषां स्तुषे गणं मारुतं नव्यसीनाम् । य आश्वश्वा अमवद्वहन्त उतेशिरे अमृतस्य स्वराजः ॥

Now I praise that Marut-host of theirs, charged with force, ever new in its workings—those who bear on swift steeds the might of the soul, and who also rule as self-kings in the deathless (immortal) being.

Mantra 2

त्वेषं गणं तवसं खादिहस्तं धुनिव्रतं मायिनं दातिवारम् । मयोभुवो ये अमिता महित्वा वन्दस्व विप्र तुविराधसो नॄन् ॥

Adore, O illumined one, that blazing host—strong, with weapons in hand, whose law is the shaking (of obstacles), cunning in action, lavish in giving: those bringers of delight who are boundless in their greatness, the men of vast bounty.

Mantra 3

आ वो यन्तूदवाहासो अद्य वृष्टिं ये विश्वे मरुतो जुनन्ति । अयं यो अग्निर्मरुतः समिद्ध एतं जुषध्वं कवयो युवानः ॥

Come to us today, O bringers of the waters, you who, all the Maruts, drive forward the rain. This Agni here, O Maruts, is kindled; take delight in him—O seers, ever-young.

Mantra 4

यूयं राजानमिर्यं जनाय विभ्वतष्टं जनयथा यजत्राः । युष्मदेति मुष्टिहा बाहुजूतो युष्मत्सदश्वो मरुतः सुवीरः ॥

You bring forth for the people a king worthy of striving, fashioned by the all-shaping power, O adorable ones. From you comes the fist-smiter, driven by strong arms; from you comes the well-horsed hero, O Maruts, rich in true manhood.

Mantra 5

अरा इवेदचरमा अहेव प्रप्र जायन्ते अकवा महोभिः । पृश्नेः पुत्रा उपमासो रभिष्ठाः स्वया मत्या मरुतः सं मिमिक्षुः ॥

Like spokes indeed, unwearied; like serpents, they are born again and again, not feeble, by their greatnesses. The sons of Pr̥śni, peerless, most impetuous—by their own thought they, the Maruts, have mingled themselves into a single force.

Mantra 6

यत्प्रायासिष्ट पृषतीभिरश्वैर्वीळुपविभिर्मरुतो रथेभिः । क्षोदन्त आपो रिणते वनान्यवोस्रियो वृषभः क्रन्दतु द्यौः ॥

When you set forth, O Maruts, with your dappled steeds, with your firm-rimmed chariots, the waters are churned; the forests are made to ring and tremble. Downward the shining ones stream; the Bull roars—Heaven itself resounds.

Mantra 7

प्रथिष्ट यामन्पृथिवी चिदेषां भर्तेव गर्भं स्वमिच्छवो धुः । वातान्ह्यश्वान्धुर्यायुयुज्रे वर्षं स्वेदं चक्रिरे रुद्रियासः ॥

Firm is their onward movement; even Earth yields to their pressure, as a husband bears and carries his own seed within. They, the Rudra-born powers, yoke the winds as their steeds to the car-pole; they make the rain and the sweat of striving—signs of a force that compels Nature to release her hidden abundance.

Mantra 8

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

O Maruts, strong heroes, be gracious to us—vast in giving, deathless, knowers of the Right. Hearers of the Truth, young seers with mighty voices, you who pour out the Vast: let your wide utterance and your abundant outflow increase in us the great consciousness.