Sukta 57

मध्वो वो नाम मारुतं यजत्राः प्र यज्ञेषु शवसा मदन्ति। ये रेजयन्ति रोदसी चिदुर्वी पिन्वन्त्युत्सं यदयासुरुग्राः॥

madhvo vo nāma mārutaṁ yajatrāḥ pra yajñeṣu śavasā madanti | ye rejayanti rodasī cidurvī pinvantyutsaṁ yadayāsurugrāḥ ||

YEA, through the power of your sweet juice, ye Holy! the Marut host is glad at sacrifices. They cause even spacious heaven and earth to tremble, they make the spring flow when they come, the Mighty.

निचेतारो हि मरुतो गृणन्तं प्रणेतारो यजमानस्य मन्म। अस्माकमद्य विदथेषु बर्हिरा वीतये सदत पिप्रियाणाः॥

nicetāro hi maruto gṛṇantaṁ praṇetāro yajamānasya manma | asmākamadya vidatheṣu barhirā vītaye sadata pipriyāṇāḥ ||

The Maruts watch the man who sings their praises, promoters of the thought of him who worships. Seat you on sacred grass in our assembly, this day, with friendly minds, to share the banquet.

नैतावदन्ये मरुतो यथेमे भ्राजन्ते रुक्मैरायुधैस्तनूभिः। आ रोदसी विश्वपिशः पिशानाः समानमञ्ज्यञ्जते शुभे कम्॥

naitāvadanye maruto yatheme bhrājante rukmairāyudhaistanūbhiḥ | ā rodasī viśvapiśaḥ piśānāḥ samānamañjyañjate śubhe kam ||

No others gleam so brightly as these Maruts with their own forms, their golden gauds, their weapons. With all adornments, decking earth and heaven, they heighten, for bright show, their common splendour.

ऋधक्सा वो मरुतो दिद्युदस्तु यद्व आगः पुरुषता कराम। मा वस्तस्यामपि भूमा यजत्रा अस्मे वो अस्तु सुमतिश्चनिष्ठा॥

ṛdhaksā vo maruto didyudastu yadva āgaḥ puruṣatā karāma | mā vastasyāmapi bhūmā yajatrā asme vo astu sumatiścaniṣṭhā ||

Far from us be your blazing dart, O Maruts, when we, through human frailty, sin against you. Let us not he exposed to that, ye Holy! May your most loving favour still attend us.

कृते चिदत्र मरुतो रणन्तानवद्यासः शुचयः पावकाः। प्र णोऽवत सुमतिभिर्यजत्राः प्र वाजेभिस्तिरत पुष्यसे नः॥

kṛte cidatra maruto raṇantānavadyāsaḥ śucayaḥ pāvakāḥ | pra ṇo'vata sumatibhiryajatrāḥ pra vājebhistirata puṣyase naḥ ||

May even what we have done delight the Maruts, the blameless Ones, the bright, the purifying. Further us, O ye Holy, with your kindness: advance us mightily that we may prosper.

उत स्तुतासो मरुतो व्यन्तु विश्वेभिर्नामभिर्नरो हवींषि। ददात नो अमृतस्य प्रजायै जिगृत रायः सूनृता मघानि॥

uta stutāso maruto vyantu viśvebhirnāmabhirnaro havīṁṣi | dadāta no amṛtasya prajāyai jigṛta rāyaḥ sūnṛtā maghāni ||

And may the Maruts, praised by all their titles, Heroes, enjoy the taste of our oblations. Give us of Amrta for the sake of offspring: awake the excellent fair stores of riches.

आ स्तुतासो मरुतो विश्व ऊती अच्छा सूरीन्सर्वताता जिगात। ये नस्त्मना शतिनो वर्धयन्ति यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

ā stutāso maruto viśva ūtī acchā sūrīnsarvatātā jigāta | ye nastmanā śatino vardhayanti yūyaṁ pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ ||

Hither, ye Maruts, praised, with all your succours, with all felicity come to our princes, Who, of themselves, a hundredfold increase us. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.