{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rigveda/rv07058.htm","path":"hin/rigveda/rv07058.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rigveda/rv07058.htm","text":"Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1896]\n1. SING to the troop that pours down rain in common, the Mighty Company of celestial nature.\n They make the world-halves tremble with their greatness: from depths of earth and sky they reach to heaven.\n 2 Yea, your birth, Maruts, was with wild commotion, ye who move swiftly, fierce in wrath, terrific.\n Ye all-surpassing in your might and vigour, each looker on the light fears at your coming.\n 3 Give ample vital power unto our princes let our fair praises gratify the Maruts.\n As the way travelled helpeth people onward, so further us with your delightful succours.\n 4 Your favoured singer counts his wealth by hundreds: the strong steed whom ye favour wins a thousand.\n The Sovran whom ye aid destroys the foeman. May this your gift, ye Shakers, be distinguished.\n 5 I call, as such, the Sons of bounteous Rudra: will not the Maruts turn again to us-ward?\n What secret sin or open stirs their anger, that we implore the Swift Ones to forgive us.\n 6 This eulogy of the Bounteous hath been spoken: accept, ye Maruts, this our hymn of praises.\n Ye Bulls, keep those who hate us at a distance. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.","title":"Rig Veda: Rig-Veda, Book 7: HYMN LVIII. Maruts.","type":"page"}