They, like golden steeds, fought, the men, the seers, the swift ones; with sweeping force the Marut like lightning rent asunder, the shining one cleaved the sky with mind.

Leaders (of the rains), the mighty Maruts shine with brilliant ornaments and weapons, and hurl javelin (at their foes, the clouds); the lightnings like roaring (torrents), daily follow the Maruts; the radiance of the resplendent (cohort) spontaneously breaks forth.

The lofty Heroes cast their spears and weapons bright with gleaming gold. After these Maruts followed close, like laughing lightning from the sky, a splendour of its own accord.