सहस्रंsahasraṃ तta इन्द्रोतयोindrotayo नःnaḥ सहस्रमिषोsahasramiṣo हरिवोharivo गूर्ततमाःghūrtatamāḥ |

सहस्रंsahasraṃ रायोrāyo मादयध्यैmādayadhyai सहस्रिणsahasriṇa उपupa नोno यन्तुyantu वाजाःvājāḥ ||
A THOUSAND are thy helps for us, O Indra: a thousand, Lord of Bays, thy choice refreshments.
Wealth of a thousand sorts hast thou to cheer us: may precious goods come nigh to us in thousands.
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आā नो.अवोभिर्मरुतोno.avobhirmaruto यान्त्वछाyāntvachā जयेष्ठेभिर्वाjyeṣṭhebhirvā बर्हद्दिवैःसुमायाःbṛhaddivaiḥsumāyāḥ |

अधadha यदेषांyadeṣāṃ नियुतःniyutaḥ परमाःparamāḥ समुद्रस्यsamudrasya चिद्धनयन्तciddhanayanta पारेpāre ||
May the most sapient Maruts, with protection, with best boons brought from lofty heaven, approach us,
Now when their team of the most noble horses speeds even on the sea's extremest limit.
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मिम्यक्षmimyakṣa येषुyeṣu सुधिताsudhitā घर्ताचीghṛtācī हिरण्यनिर्णिगुपराhiraṇyanirṇighuparā नna रष्टिःṛṣṭiḥ |

गुहाghuhā चरन्तीcarantī मनुषोmanuṣo नna योषाyoṣā सभावतीsabhāvatī विदथ्येवvidathyeva संsaṃ वाकvāk ||
Close to them clings one moving in seclusion, like a man's wife, like a spear carried rearward,
Well grasped, bright, decked with gold there is Vāk also, like to a courtly, eloquent dame, among them.
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पराparā शुभ्राśubhrā अयासोayāso यव्याyavyā साधारण्येवsādhāraṇyeva मरुतोmaruto मिमिक्षुःmimikṣuḥ |

नna रोदसीrodasī अपapa नुदन्तnudanta घोराghorā जुषन्तjuṣanta वर्धंvṛdhaṃ सख्यायsakhyāya देवाःdevāḥ ||
Far off the brilliant, never-weary Maruts cling to the young Maid as a joint possession.
The fierce Gods drave not Rodasī before them, but wished for her to grow their friend and fellow.
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जोषदjoṣad यदीमसुर्याyadīmasuryā सचध्यैsacadhyai विषितस्तुकाviṣitastukā रोदसीrodasī नर्मणाःnṛmaṇāḥ |

आā सूर्येवsūryeva विधतोvidhato रथंrathaṃ गातghāt तवेषप्रतीकाtveṣapratīkā नभसोnabhaso नेत्याnetyā ||
When chose immortal Rodasī to follow—she with loose tresses and heroic spirit—
She climbed her servant's chariot, she like Sūrya with cloud-like motion and refulgent aspect.
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आस्थापयन्तāsthāpayanta युवतिंyuvatiṃ युवानःyuvānaḥ शुभेśubhe निमिष्लांnimiṣlāṃ विदथेषुपज्रामvidatheṣupajrām |

अर्कोarko यदyad वोvo मरुतोmaruto हविष्मानhaviṣmān गायदghāyad गाथंghāthaṃ सुतसोमोsutasomo दुवस्यनduvasyan ||
Upon their car the young men set the Maiden wedded to glory, mighty in assemblies,
When your song, Maruts, rose, and, with oblation, the Soma-pourer sang his hymn in worship.
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परतंprataṃ विवक्मिvivakmi वक्म्योvakmyo यya एषांeṣāṃ मरुतांmarutāṃ महिमाmahimā सत्योsatyo अस्तिasti |

सचाsacā यदींyadīṃ वर्षमणाvṛṣamaṇā अहंयुahaṃyu सथिराsthirā चिज्जनीर्वहतेcijjanīrvahate सुभागाःsubhāghāḥ ||
I will declare the greatness of these Maruts, their real greatness, worthy to be lauded,
How, with them, she though firm, strong-minded, haughty, travels to women happy in their fortune.
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पान्तिpānti मित्रावरुणाववद्याच्चयतmitrāvaruṇāvavadyāccayata ईमर्यमोīmaryamo अप्रशस्तानapraśastān |

उतuta चयवन्तेcyavante अच्युताacyutā धरुवाणिdhruvāṇi वाव्र्धvāvṛdha ईंīṃ मरुतोmaruto दातिवारःdātivāraḥ ||
Mitra and Varuṇa they guard from censure: Aryaman too, discovers worthless sinners Firm things are overthrown that ne’er were shaken: he prospers, Maruts, who gives choice oblations.
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नहीnahī नुnu वोvo मरुतोmaruto अन्त्यस्मेantyasme आरात्ताच्चिच्छवसोārāttāccicchavaso अन्तमापुःantamāpuḥ |

तेte धर्ष्णुनाdhṛṣṇunā शवसाśavasā शूशुवांसो.अर्णोśūśuvāṃso.arṇo नna दवेषोdveṣo धर्षताdhṛṣatā परिpari षठुःṣṭhuḥ ||
None of us, Maruts, near or at a distance, hath ever reached the limit of your vigour.
They in courageous might still waxing boldly have compassed round their foemen like an ocean.
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वयमद्येन्द्रस्यvayamadyendrasya परेष्ठाpreṣṭhā वयंvayaṃ शवोśvo वोचेमहिvocemahi समर्येsamarye |

वयंvayaṃ पुराpurā महिmahi चca नोno अनुanu दयूनdyūn तनtan नna रभुक्षाṛbhukṣā नरामनुnarāmanu षयातṣyāt ||
May we this day be dearest friends of Indra, and let us call on him in fight to-morrow.
So were we erst. New might attend us daily! So be with us! Ṛbhukṣan of the Heroes!
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एषeṣa वva सतोमोstomo ...... ||
May this your laud, may this your song, O Maruts, sung by the poet, Māna's son, Māndārya,
Bring offspring for ourselves with. food to feed us. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.
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