Book 4: Hymn 27: A hymn to the Maruts

HYMN XXVII

A hymn to the Maruts

1I think upon the Maruts: may they bless me, may they assist
me to this wealth in battle. p. a136
I call them like swift well-trained steeds to help us. May they
deliver us from grief and trouble.
2Those who surround the never-failing fountain for ever, and
bedew the plants with moisture,
The Maruts, Prini's sons, I chiefly honour. May they deliver us
from grief and trouble.
3Bards, who invigorate the milk of milch-kine, the sap of growing
plants, the speed of coursers
To us may the strong Maruts be auspicious. May they deliver us
from grief and trouble.
4They who raised water from the sea to heaven and send it from
the sky to earth in showers,
The Maruts who move mighty with their waters, may they
deliver us from grief and trouble.
5They who delight in nectar and in fatness, they who bestow
upon us health and vigour.
The Maruts who rain mighty with their waters, may they deliver
us from grief and trouble.
6Whether with stormy might the Maruts established this All, or
Gods with their celestial power,
Ye, kindly Gods, are able to restore it. May they deliver us from
grief and trouble.
7Potent in battles is the Maruts' army, impetuous train, well-
known, exceeding mighty.
I, suppliant, praise and oft invoke the Maruts. May they deliver
us from grief and trouble.