May glorious splendour, with the rays of light, look kindly upon you and bring delight with the Rigvedic hymns. May the gleaming, powerful ones of the rock—wardens of the beloved Marut’s abode—be yours.

Combing with the solar rays, they have willingly poured down (rain) for the welfare (of mankind), and, hymned by the priests, have been plural ased partakers of the (sacrificial food); addressed with praises, moving swiftly, and exempt from fear they have become possessed of a station agreeable and suitable to the Maruts.

Splendours they gained for glory, they who wear bright rings; rays they obtained, and men to celebrate their praise. Armed with their swords, impetuous and fearing naught, they have possessed the Maruts' own beloved home.