Warriors with a hundred arms struck the forefoot; Maruts protected as when Yama came; people’s hosts, swift in battle, praised the lines of the young son’s strength.

Maruts, gratify, with infinite and complete enjoyments, him, whom you proect from degrading sin; that man whom, fierce and mighty, and glorified (as you are), you defend from calumny, by (providing for) the nourishment of his descendants.

With castles hundredfold, O Maruts, guard ye well the man whom ye have loved from ruin and from sin,- The man whom ye the fierce, the Mighty ones who roar, preserve from calumny by cherishing his seed.