Behold the Maruts in their self-luminous splendor! No lamp doth light their path — they themselves do shine as stars. Their radiance filleth the heavens. The sky is made bright by their presence. They do not require the light of Sūrya the sun, yet even the sun doth pale before their glory.

Each Marut beareth a light within his heart — a spark of divine fire that burneth eternal. From this inner flame doth emanate a glow that reacheth unto the uttermost corners of creation. The darkness fleeth before them. The night itself doth shrink away.

Their weapons shine with their own light. Their chariots do glow as molten gold. Their steeds are caparisoned with radiant gems that shoot forth rays of brilliance in all directions. When the Maruts ride forth, it is as though a thousand suns do traverse the sky.

They move with purpose and order. There is no chaos in their march, no discord in their mighty host. Each strideth in his appointed place. Each doth fulfill his role in the great dance of heaven. Their unity is perfect. Their coordination is flawless. They are as fingers on a single hand — separate and distinct, yet moving as one.

O luminous Maruts! O self-shining sons of Rudra! Accept our humble praise. Thy splendor overwhelmeth our senses. Thy light doth blind us, yet we do not turn away. Rather do we lift our faces to thy radiance and rejoice. Guard us in darkness. Keep us safe from harm. Let thy light illuminate the path of our lives.