By Agastya, the great sage, do we sing praise to the Maruts fierce and terrible,
Those storm-gods who do ride upon the wind with spears of lightning raised on high,
Whose chariots do rattle with the sound of thunder, whose battle-cry doth shake the earth.

Lo, behold the Maruts coming forth from the cosmic womb,
Born of Rudra's fury and the sky's compassionate embrace,
They emerge like young warriors from their secret dwelling-place,
And the world doth tremble at their coming, and the darkness flees before them.

What splendor they do manifest! What terrible beauty!
Their bodies glow with radiance like the sun at break of dawn,
Their eyes do flash with lightning-light, their breath doth roar like wind,
And where they tread, the mountains bow, and rivers change their course.

Hark! Dost thou hear their voices? They do sing the song of creation,
They do chant the hymn eternal that doth bind the worlds together,
They do dance the sacred dance that keepeth all in balance and in order.
The Maruts are the wind that driveth forth the clouds of blessing,
They are the storm that bringeth rain to nourish all the earth,
They are the breath of heaven that filleth all the spaces infinite.

With spear and shield they ride, with weapons bright and terrible,
They do engage in cosmic battle 'gainst the forces dark and chaotic,
They do defend the sacred order 'gainst the demons' fell designs.
Indra calleth them his brothers, the gods do greet them with respect,
For none can match their fury when they loose their might upon the world.

Yet hear this truth, O mortals: the Maruts are not cruel nor merciless,
Though they be fierce and terrible, their hearts do beat with noble purpose,
They do rage that all may live, they do strike that all may flourish,
They do tear down what is rotten, that the new may rise in glory.

So we do praise the Maruts with our voices raised on high,
We do honor their great strength and their sacred dedication,
We do ask them for protection 'gainst the evils that do threaten,
And we do give them thanks for all the blessings that they render.

May the Maruts ever ride upon the winds of heaven,
May they ever guard the cosmic order with their spears and shields,
May they ever dance their sacred dance while all the world doth watch in wonder.