The Maruts are countless as the drops of rain! Ye who are born together in the heart of the storm! Ye whose voices are as the thunder! Ye whose forms are as bright as the lightning!

Come down, O mighty ones, from your celestial home! Bring the rains to the parched earth! Bring the winds to freshen the air! Bring the thunder to announce your coming!

The mortals below await your coming with fear and with joy. They look up at the dark clouds gathering above and tremble. Yet they know that you bring life-giving rains; you bring renewal and refresh.

O Maruts, ye are mighty warriors! Ye ride upon the winds with spears raised high! Your enemy is the darkness; your battle is against all that is dry and lifeless.

Come to us now! Let your storms break upon the earth! Let your rains fall in abundance! Make our fields fertile and our harvests rich! Protect us from the harsh sun; give us the sweetness of moisture!