I have invoked Marut, the swift, with this speech like a mountain-born hymn: heat you, O Maruts, on the back of heaven and earth, like fire on the summit, renowned among men.

Offer praise to the company of the Maruts, the self-irradiating, the precipitators of mountains; present liberal oblations to the assuagers of heat, to those who come from the sky, to whom solemn rites are familiar, to the givers of abundant food.

THIS hymn will I make for the Marut host who bright in native splendour cast the mountains down. Sing the great strength of those illustrious in renown, who stay the heat, who sacrifice on heights of heaven.