Hail to the Maruts, the storm-riders swift and terrible,
Whose chariots of wind do race 'cross the sky on wheels of fire,
Whose journey through the cosmic spaces none can measure nor contain.

The Maruts do harness the very winds unto their service,
They do yoke the lightning unto their flying steeds,
And the clouds do part before them like the waters parting 'fore a ship,
As they charge forth upon their chariots bright and blazing.

What marvels are these chariots! What wonders doth their craftsmen fashion!
The wheels do turn with the speed of thought itself, moving fleet and swift,
The axles do burn with sacred fire that consumeth all impurity,
And the poles do shake the very heavens with their weight and majesty.

The Maruts do sit upon their seats of gold and adamant,
Their hands do grip the reins of wind with strength that none could overcome,
Their eyes do see the paths invisible that stretch 'cross all the cosmos,
And their voices do cry out in joy as they do race along.

What sound do these chariots make! What music fills the air!
'Tis like the roar of lions mingled with the song of eagles,
'Tis like the crash of cymbals mixed with the voice of ancient thunder,
'Tis a symphony of power that doth make the very heart to quicken.

The Maruts' chariots do carry blessings unto all the lands,
The rain doth fall where they do pass, the crops do grow and flourish,
The animals do find their pasture, the birds do sing their songs,
And all the world doth celebrate the coming of the storm-gods.

Yet also do the Maruts' chariots carry warning dire,
For when they ride in anger, destruction followeth in their wake,
The trees do bend and break like reeds, the houses do fall crashing down,
And the mortal beings do flee for shelter 'neath the earth.

Still we do sing their praises, for the Maruts are the guardians,
They are the protectors of the cosmic order sacred,
They do ride their chariots that all the worlds may thrive,
They do race 'cross heaven's expanse that justice may prevail.

So hail to the Maruts and their chariots of wind and fire!
May they ever ride with purpose noble, with hearts that beat for good,
May their journey through the cosmos ever be a blessing unto all,
And may we mortals ever honor these swift and terrible gods.