HYMN LVIII. MARUTS. · ६ मैत्रावरुणिर्वसिष्ठ:। मरुत:। त्रिष्टुप् ।
7.58.1
प्र सा॑क॒मुक्षे॑ अर्चता ग॒णाय॒ यो दैव्य॑स्य॒ धाम्न॒स्तुवि॑ष्मान् | उ॒त क्षो॑दन्ति॒ रोद॑सी महि॒त्वा नक्ष॑न्ते॒ नाकं॒ निॠ॑तेरवं॒शात् ||
SING to the troop that pours down rain in common, the Mighty Company of celestial nature. They make the world-halves tremble with their greatness: from depths of earth and sky they reach to heaven.
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7.58.1
प्र सा॑क॒मुक्षे॑ अर्चता ग॒णाय॒ यो दैव्य॑स्य॒ धाम्न॒स्तुवि॑ष्मान् | उ॒त क्षो॑दन्ति॒ रोद॑सी महि॒त्वा नक्ष॑न्ते॒ नाकं॒ निॠ॑तेरवं॒शात् ||
SING to the troop that pours down rain in common, the Mighty Company of celestial nature. They make the world-halves tremble with their greatness: from depths of earth and sky they reach to heaven.
7.58.2
ज॒नूश्चि॑द्वो मरुतस्त्वे॒ष्ये॑ण॒ भीमा॑स॒स्तुवि॑मन्य॒वोऽया॑सः | प्र ये महो॑भि॒रोज॑सो॒त सन्ति॒ विश्वो॑ वो॒ याम॑न्भयते स्व॒र्दृक् ||
Yea, your birth, Maruts, was with wild commotion, ye who move swiftly, fierce in wrath, terrific. Ye all-surpassing in your might and vigour, each looker on the light fears at your coming.
7.58.3
बृ॒हद्वयो॑ म॒घव॑द्भ्यो दधात॒ जुजो॑ष॒न्निन्म॒रुत॑: सुष्टु॒तिं न॑: | ग॒तो नाध्वा॒ वि ति॑राति ज॒न्तुं प्र ण॑: स्पा॒र्हाभि॑रू॒तिभि॑स्तिरेत ||
Give ample vital power unto our princes let our fair praises gratify the Maruts. As the way travelled helpeth people onward, so further us with your delightful succours.
7.58.4
यु॒ष्मोतो॒ विप्रो॑ मरुतः शत॒स्वी यु॒ष्मोतो॒ अर्वा॒ सहु॑रिः सह॒स्री | यु॒ष्मोत॑: स॒म्राळु॒त ह॑न्ति वृ॒त्रं प्र तद्वो॑ अस्तु धूतयो दे॒ष्णम् ||
Your favoured singer counts his wealth by hundreds: the strong steed whom ye favour wins a thousand. The Sovran whom ye aid destroys the foeman. May this your gift, ye Shakers, be distinguished.
7.58.5
ताँ आ रु॒द्रस्य॑ मी॒ळ्हुषो॑ विवासे कु॒विन्नंस॑न्ते म॒रुत॒: पुन॑र्नः | यत्स॒स्वर्ता॑ जिहीळि॒रे यदा॒विरव॒ तदेन॑ ईमहे तु॒राणा॑म् ||
I call, as such, the Sons of bounteous Rudra: will not the Maruts turn again to us-ward? What secret sin or open stirs their anger, that we implore the Swift Ones to forgive us.
7.58.6
प्र सा वा॑चि सुष्टु॒तिर्म॒घोना॑मि॒दं सू॒क्तं म॒रुतो॑ जुषन्त | आ॒राच्चि॒द्द्वेषो॑ वृषणो युयोत यू॒यं पा॑त स्व॒स्तिभि॒: सदा॑ नः ||
This eulogy of the Bounteous hath been spoken: accept, ye Maruts, this our hymn of praises. Ye Bulls, keep those who hate us at a distance. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.