Containing 11 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
वपु॒र्नु तच्चि॑कि॒तुषे॑ चिदस्तु समा॒नं नाम॑ धे॒नु पत्य॑मानम् मर्ते॑ष्व॒न्यद्दो॒हसे॑ पी॒पाय॑ स॒कृच्छु॒क्रं दु॑दुहे॒ पृश्नि॒रूधः॑
"E'EN to the wise let that be still a wonder to which the general name of Cow is given. The one hath swelled among mankind for milking: Pr̥iṣni hath drained but once her fair bright udder."
ये अ॒ग्नयो॒ न शोशु॑चन्निधा॒ना द्विर्यत्त्रिर्म॒रुतो॑ वावृ॒धन्त॑ अ॒रे॒णवो॑ हिर॒ण्यया॑स एषां सा॒कं नृ॒म्णैः पौंस्ये॑भिश्च भूवन्
"They who like kindled flames of fire are glowing,. the Maruts, twice and thrice have waxen mighty. Golden and dustless were their cars, invested with their great strength and their heroic vigour."
रु॒द्रस्य॒ ये मी॒ळ्हुषः॒ सन्ति॑ पु॒त्रा याँश्चो॒ नु दाधृ॑वि॒र्भर॑ध्यै वि॒दे हि मा॒ता म॒हो म॒ही षा सेत्पृश्निः॑ सु॒भ्वे॒३॒॑ गर्भ॒माधा॑त्
"They who are Sons of the rain-pouring Rudra, whom the long-lasting One had power to foster: The Mighty Ones whose germ great Mother Pr̥iṣni is known to have received for man's advantage."
न य ईष॑न्ते ज॒नुषोऽया॒ न्व१॒॑न्तः सन्तो॑ऽव॒द्यानि॑ पुना॒नाः निर्यद्दु॒ह्रे शुच॒योऽनु॒ जोष॒मनु॑ श्रि॒या त॒न्व॑मु॒क्षमा॑णाः
"They shrink not from the birth; in this same manner still resting there they purge away reproaches. When they have streamed forth, brilliant, at their pleasure, with their own splendour they bedew their bodies."
म॒क्षू न येषु॑ दो॒हसे॑ चिद॒या आ नाम॑ धृ॒ष्णु मारु॑तं॒ दधा॑नाः न ये स्तौ॒ना अ॒यासो॑ म॒ह्ना नू चि॑त्सु॒दानु॒रव॑ यासदु॒ग्रान्
"Even those who bear the brave bold name of Maruts, whom not the active quickly wins for milking. Even the liberal wards not off those fierce ones, those who are light and agile in their greatness."
त इदु॒ग्राः शव॑सा धृ॒ष्णुषे॑णा उ॒भे यु॑जन्त॒ रोद॑सी सु॒मेके॑ अध॑ स्मैषु रोद॒सी स्वशो॑चि॒राम॑वत्सु तस्थौ॒ न रोकः॑
"When, strong in strength and armed with potent weapons, they had united wellformed earth and heaven, Rodasl stood among these furious Heroes like splendour shining with her native brightness."
अ॒ने॒नो वो॑ मरुतो॒ यामो॑ अस्त्वन॒श्वश्चि॒द्यमज॒त्यर॑थीः अ॒न॒व॒सो अ॑नभी॒शू र॑ज॒स्तूर्वि रोद॑सी प॒थ्या॑ याति॒ साध॑न्
"No team of goats shall draw your car, O Maruts, no horse no charioteer be he who drives it. Halting not, reinless, through the air it travels, speeding alone its paths through earth and heaven."
नास्य॑ व॒र्ता न त॑रु॒ता न्व॑स्ति॒ मरु॑तो॒ यमव॑थ॒ वाज॑सातौ तो॒के वा॒ गोषु॒ तन॑ये॒ यम॒प्सु स व्र॒जं दर्ता॒ पार्ये॒ अध॒ द्योः
"None may obstruct, none overtake, O Maruts, him whom ye succour in the strife of battle For sons and progeny, for kine and waters: he bursts the cow-stall on the day of trial."
प्र चि॒त्रम॒र्कं गृ॑ण॒ते तु॒राय॒ मारु॑ताय॒ स्वत॑वसे भरध्वम् ये सहां॑सि॒ सह॑सा॒ सह॑न्ते॒ रेज॑ते अग्ने पृथि॒वी म॒खेभ्यः॑
"Bring a bright hymn to praise the band of Maruts, the Singers, rapid, strong in native vigour, Who conquer mighty strength with strength more mighty: earth shakes in terror at their wars, O Agni."
त्विषी॑मन्तो अध्व॒रस्ये॑व दि॒द्युत्तृ॑षु॒च्यव॑सो जु॒ह्वो॒३॒॑ नाग्नेः अ॒र्चत्र॑यो॒ धुन॑यो॒ न वी॒रा भ्राज॑ज्जन्मानो म॒रुतो॒ अधृ॑ष्टाः
"Bright like the flashing flames of sacrifices, like tongues of fire impetuous in their onset, Chanting their psalm, singing aloud, like heroes, splendid from birth, invincible, the Maruts."
तं वृ॒धन्तं॒ मारु॑तं॒ भ्राज॑दृष्टिं रु॒द्रस्य॑ सू॒नुं ह॒वसा वि॑वासे दि॒वः शर्धा॑य॒ शुच॑यो मनी॒षा गि॒रयो॒ नाप॑ उ॒ग्रा अ॑स्पृध्रन्
"That swelling band I call with invocation, the brood of Rudra, armed with glittering lances. Pure hymns are meet for that celestial army: like floods and mountains have the Strong Ones battled."