w The playful horde of the Maruts, Sporting, resplendent on the chariot [6], O Kanvas, do ye celebrate. x The Maruts, speeding like steeds, Disport themselves like youths gazing at a spectacle, Standing in the home like beauteous younglings, Bestowing milk, like playful calves. y At their advance the earth moves as if trembling, When they yoke (their teams) for their journeys, for brilliance; Playing, resounding, with flaming weapons, They display their own greatness, the shakers. z What time on the steeps ye pile the moving one, Like birds, O Maruts, on whatever path [7], The clouds spill their water on your chariots; Do ye sprinkle for the praiser ghee of honey hue. aa Agni with invocations They ever invoke, lord of the people, Bearer of the oblation, dear to many. bb For him they ever praise, The god with ladle dripping ghee, Agni to bear the oblation. cc O Indra and Agni, the spaces of sky. dd Pierce Vrtra. ee Indra from all sides. ff Indra men. gg O Viçvakarman, waxing great with the oblation. hh O Viçvakarman, with the oblation as strengthening.YV 3.4k · Yajur Veda
YV 3.4k
Yajur Veda · translated by Arthur Berriedale Keith
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