Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Ye Maruts, full of fiery heat, accept this offering brought for
To help us, ye who slay the foe.
2Maruts, the man who filled with rage against us beyond our
thoughts would harm us, O ye Vasus,
May he be tangled in the toils of Mischief: smite ye him down
with your most flaming weapon.
3Each year come, friends to man, the tuneful Maruts, dwelling in
spacious mansions, trooped together.
Exhilarating, gladdening full of fiery heat, may they deliver us
from binding bonds of sin.