Accept this final hymn, O Maruts! As we have sung thy praises throughout all these verses, now we raise the closing invocation. Hear us one last time as the fire burns lower and the soma has been poured. Hear us as the twilight falls and this sacrifice comes to completion.

Ye who have awed us with thy terrible beauty, grant us now thy grace. Ye who have shown us thy power in the thunder and the lightning, grant us thy protection in the quiet times. Ye who have displayed thy might in the storm, grant us thy counsel in times of peace. Ye wild and untamed ones, teach us now the wisdom that lies beneath thy fury.

Let thy strength pass into our limbs. Let thy courage settle in our hearts. Let thy clarity illumine our minds. When we go forth into the world, let thy power accompany us. When we face our enemies, let thy presence give us confidence. When we make decisions, let thy wisdom guide us. When we are afraid, let thy fearlessness calm us.

Grant to our people prosperity and peace. Let the rain fall in its season. Let the herds increase. Let the children be born healthy and strong. Let our women bear without sorrow. Let our men labor without despair. Let all the members of our tribe live in harmony and good faith.

O Maruts, ye who are wild and wonderful, ye who are terrible and generous, ye who are fierce and just—accept this humble offering and this heartfelt prayer. Remember us. Watch over us. Be our companions on the journey through this world. From this day forward, O storm-gods, be ever our guardians and our friends. So we sing. So we pray. So we offer thee this hymn and our deepest reverence.