WONDERFUL let your coming be, wondrous with help, ye Bounteous Ones, Maruts, who gleam as serpents gleam.
Far be from us, O Maruts, ye free givers, your impetuous shaft; Far from us be the stone ye hurl.
O Bounteous Givers, touch ye not, O Maruts, Tṛṇskanda's folk; Lift ye us up that we may live.
