Drought, heat and storm do not afflict the Maruts; they are revered, divine like seed. Waters are not deceitful; be gracious to us, thousands of fishes, protectors of the ritual.

Flow strong as the army of the Maruts, like the divine blameless folk; like waters become quickly favourable to us; (you are) of a thousand shapes, adorable like (Indra) the victor in battle.

Flow onward like the potent band of Maruts, like that Celestial Host whom none revileth. Quickly be gracious unto us like waters, like sacrifice victorious, thousand-fashioned.