Sukta 58

प्र साकमुक्षे अर्चता गणाय यो दैव्यस्य धाम्नस्तुविष्मान्। उत क्षोदन्ति रोदसी महित्वा नक्षन्ते नाकं निरृतेरवंशात्॥

pra sākamukṣe arcatā gaṇāya yo daivyasya dhāmnastuviṣmān | uta kṣodanti rodasī mahitvā nakṣante nākaṁ nirṛteravaṁśāt ||

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.

जनूश्चिद्वो मरुतस्त्वेष्येण भीमासस्तुविमन्यवोऽयासः। प्र ये महोभिरोजसोत सन्ति विश्वो वो यामन्भयते स्वर्दृक्॥

janūścidvo marutastveṣyeṇa bhīmāsastuvimanyavo'yāsaḥ | pra ye mahobhirojasota santi viśvo vo yāmanbhayate svardṛk ||

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.

बृहद्वयो मघवद्भ्यो दधात जुजोषन्निन्मरुतः सुष्टुतिं नः। गतो नाध्वा वि तिराति जन्तुं प्र णः स्पार्हाभिरूतिभिस्तिरेत॥

bṛhadvayo maghavadbhyo dadhāta jujoṣanninmarutaḥ suṣṭutiṁ naḥ | gato nādhvā vi tirāti jantuṁ pra ṇaḥ spārhābhirūtibhistireta ||

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.

युष्मोतो विप्रो मरुतः शतस्वी युष्मोतो अर्वा सहुरिः सहस्री। युष्मोतः सम्राळुत हन्ति वृत्रं प्र तद्वो अस्तु धूतयो देष्णम्॥

yuṣmoto vipro marutaḥ śatasvī yuṣmoto arvā sahuriḥ sahasrī | yuṣmotaḥ samrāḻuta hanti vṛtraṁ pra tadvo astu dhūtayo deṣṇam ||

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.

ताँ आ रुद्रस्य मीळ्हुषो विवासे कुविन्नंसन्ते मरुतः पुनर्नः। यत्सस्वर्ता जिहीळिरे यदाविरव तदेन ईमहे तुराणाम्॥

tā ā rudrasya mīḻhuṣo vivāse kuvinnaṁsante marutaḥ punarnaḥ | yatsasvartā jihīḻire yadāvirava tadena īmahe turāṇām ||

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.

प्र सा वाचि सुष्टुतिर्मघोनामिदं सूक्तं मरुतो जुषन्त। आराच्चिद्द्वेषो वृषणो युयोत यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

pra sā vāci suṣṭutirmaghonāmidaṁ sūktaṁ maruto juṣanta | ārācciddveṣo vṛṣaṇo yuyota yūyaṁ pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ ||

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.