To the Maruts or Storm-Gods

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

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HYMN XXII

To the Maruts or Storm-Gods

1Dark the descent; the strong-winged birds are golden: they fly
   aloft to heaven, enrobed in waters.
  They have come hither from the seat of Order, and inundated
   earth with streams of fatness.
2Ye make floods rich in milk, make plants propitious, what time
   ye stir, O golden-breasted Maruts!
  Pour down your showers of vigorous strength and favour there
   where ye sprinkle mead, O Maruts, heroes!
3O Maruts, send ye down, streaming with water rain which, may,
   filling all the sloping valleys,
  Leap like a bold girl in a man's embraces, or like a matron
   tumbled by her husband.