Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith,  1. THE best of guardians hath that man within whose dwelling place ye drink, O Maruts, giants of the sky. 2 Honoured with sacrifice or with the worship of the sages’ hymns, O Maruts, listen to the call. 3 Yea, the strong man to whom ye have vouchsafed to give a sage, shall move Into a stable rich in kine. 4 Upon this hero's sacred grass Soma is poured in daily rites: Praise and delight are sung aloud. 5 Let the strong Maruts hear him, him surpassing all men: strength be his That reaches even to the Sun. 6 For, through the swift Gods’ loving help, in many an autumn, Maruts, we Have offered up our sacrifice. 7 Fortunate shall that mortal be, O Maruts most adorable, Whose offerings ye bear away. 8 O Heroes truly strong, ye know the toil of him who sings your praise, The heart's desire of him who loves. 9 O ye of true strength, make this thing manifest by your greatness: strike The demon with your thunderbolt. 10 Conceal the horrid darkness, drive far from us each devouring fiend. Create the light for which we long.