The boon to the Marut for wealth, resounding like the sun’s own song—oa of life and death; the Maruts with slender spears, those who swell like the waters.

She who yields immortal food to the powerful, self-irradiating band of the Maruts, who (is anxious) for the gratiication of the self-moving Maruts, who traverse the sky with (the passing waters0, shedding delight.

Who, for the host of Maruts bright with native sheen, hath shed immortal fame like milk; Whom the impetuous Maruts look upon with love, who moves in splendour on their ways.