Not unarmed, not unhonored, he seized him who lamented not; the Maruts smoked the pippala and cried out together; they drove off the hosts that made a din, the spread-out, the deathless ones.

Maruts, when moving, you agitate the heaven of unchecked radiance, and (stir) the bright water; when you combine your energies and are shining brilliantly, and when purposing to send down rain, you utter a loud shout.

Maruts, in eager stir ye shake the vault of heaven, splendid beyond conception, for its shining fruit. They gathered when they let their deeds of might flash forth. The Pious Ones send forth a far-resounding shout.