The Epilogue

The sacrificer speaks: 

Who has magnified you here, O Maruts?  Come hither, O friends, towards your friends.  Ye brilliant Maruts, welcoming these prayers, be mindful of these my rites.  The wisdom of Manya has brought us hither, that he should help as the poet helps the performer of a sacrifice:  turn hither quickly!  Maruts, on to the sage! the singer has recited these prayers for you.  May this your praise, O Maruts, this song of Mandarya, the son of Mana, the poet, bring offspring for ourselves with food.  May we have an invigorating autumn, with quickening rain.

TO INDRA AND THE MARUTS

Those who stand around him while he moves on, harness the bright red steed; the lights in heaven shine forth.  They harness to the chariot on each side his two favorite bays, the brown, the bold, who can carry the hero.  Thou who createst light where there was no light, and form, O men! where there was no form, hast been born together with the dawns.  Thereupon they (the Maruts), according to their wont, assumed again the form of new-born babes, taking their sacred name.  Thou, O Indra, with the swift Maruts, who break even through the stronghold, hast found even in their hiding-place the bright ones.  The pious singers have, after their own mind, shouted towards the giver of wealth, the great, the glorious Indra.  Mayest thou, host of the Maruts, be verily seen coming together with Indra, the fearless:  you are both happy-making, and of equal splendor.  With the beloved hosts of Indra, with the blameless, hasting (Maruts), the sacrificer cries aloud.  From yonder, O traveller, Indra, come hither, or from the light of heaven; the singers all yearn for it;—­or we ask Indra for help from here, or from heaven, or from above the earth, or from the great sky.

TO AGNI[5] AND THE MARUTS

Thou art called forth to this fair sacrifice for a draught of milk; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!  No god indeed, no mortal, is beyond the might of thee, the mighty one; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!  They who know of the great sky, the Visve Devas without guile; with those Maruts come hither, O Agni!  The strong ones who sing their song, unconquerable by force; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!  They who are brilliant, of terrible designs, powerful, and devourers of foes; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!  They who in heaven are enthroned as gods, in the light of the firmament; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!  They who toss the clouds across the surging sea; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!  They who shoot with their darts across the sea with might; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!  I pour out to thee for the early draught the sweet juice of Soma; with the Maruts come hither, O Agni!

[Footnote 5:  Agni is the “God of Fire.”]