O Maruts, the splendid ones, the glorious storm-gods fierce and swift,
We do sing of thy magnificence, thy beauty terrible and grand,
Thy glory shineth forth like the sun emerging from the darkness,
And the worlds do tremble at the sight of thy appearance majestic.

What splendor dwelleth in thy forms! What radiance doth emanate!
Thy bodies are adorned with ornaments of gold most precious,
Thy chariots do gleam like burnished bronze in the morning light,
Thy weapons do flash with fire that no mortal eye could bear to gaze upon.

The Maruts are arrayed in armor bright and terrible,
Each warrior standeth tall and strong, with bearing proud and noble,
Their numbers are as manifold as the stars that fill the heaven,
Yet each one is distinct, each one is glorious and unique.

What excellence of form! What power manifest in every limb!
The Maruts do possess the strength of mountains and the agility of eagles,
They move with grace and purpose, with rhythm smooth and perfect,
And when they march in formation, the very earth doth quake beneath their feet.

Their voices are as thunder rolling o'er the cosmic reaches,
Their laughter is as lightning that doth split the darkened sky,
Their songs are hymns of power that echo through all being,
And the gods do cease their labors to attend unto their music.

The Maruts do wear crowns of wind upon their noble brows,
They do bear shields that bear the mark of heaven's sacred symbol,
They do wield the spears of lightning and the bows of storm and fury,
And none can stand 'gainst them when they do loose their might.

What glory hath the Maruts! What majesty! What splendor!
They are the beauteous ones, the radiant powers manifest,
They are the guardians of the cosmic balance and the sacred order,
They are the ones who ride upon the winds of transformation.

We mortals gaze upon them from afar with hearts that beat with wonder,
We do praise their splendor with our voices raised on high,
We do give them thanks for their protection and their constant vigilance,
And we do ask them for their blessings and their favor.

May the Maruts ever maintain their splendor bright and terrible,
May they ever ride with purpose noble through the cosmic spaces,
May their glory shine forever as a beacon unto all,
And may we mortals be forever worthy of their favor and their grace.