A hymn to the Maruts

Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com

HYMN XXVII

A hymn to the Maruts

1I think upon the Maruts: may they bless me, may they assist
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  I call them like swift well-trained steeds to help us. May they
   deliver us from grief and trouble.
2Those who surround the never-failing fountain for ever, and
   bedew the plants with moisture,
  The Maruts, Prini's sons, I chiefly honour. May they deliver us
   from grief and trouble.
3Bards, who invigorate the milk of milch-kine, the sap of growing
   plants, the speed of coursers
  To us may the strong Maruts be auspicious. May they deliver us
   from grief and trouble.
4They who raised water from the sea to heaven and send it from
   the sky to earth in showers,
  The Maruts who move mighty with their waters, may they
   deliver us from grief and trouble.
5They who delight in nectar and in fatness, they who bestow
   upon us health and vigour.
  The Maruts who rain mighty with their waters, may they deliver
   us from grief and trouble.
6Whether with stormy might the Maruts established this All, or
  Gods with their celestial power,
  Ye, kindly Gods, are able to restore it. May they deliver us from
   grief and trouble.
7Potent in battles is the Maruts' army, impetuous train, well-
   known, exceeding mighty.
  I, suppliant, praise and oft invoke the Maruts. May they deliver
   us from grief and trouble.