O Maruts, ye who dwell in the mountains! Ye who gather in the clouds! Come forth with your weapons ready; come forth with your armor bright!

The sky trembles before you; the earth shaketh at your name! There is none among the gods who is mightier than you; there is none who is more fearsome!

Your chariots are fashioned from the clouds; your horses are the winds themselves. When you ride forth, all things must flee before you! The forests are bent down; the waters are stirred up; the very stones are cast about!

We praise you, O terrible ones! We sing of your glory! Accept our hymn and be gracious unto us! Grant us your protection; stand beside us in our need!

Come to us, O Maruts! Drink the soma that we have prepared! Let your thirst be quenched! Let your hunger be satisfied! Then go forth and scatter our enemies; crush those who would harm us!