Maruts (Stormclouds)

Mighty Warriors,

Children of Thunder,

Glorious Maruts,

Heralds of storm!

Through the gloom

Gathering round us

Ye and your horses

Appear in the sky;

Glowing like flames

From the holy fire

That springs from the altar,

Rising to God.

Flashing sword blades,

Tramping of horses,

Shouting of riders

Fill the sky!

Ye are seen

Spreading a mantle,

Cov'ring the heavens

And hiding the sun.

Then from above 'midst

The lightning's bright gleam,

Rejoicing in freedom,

Falleth the rain.

Rushing onward

Hurling your weapons,

Chanting your war songs

Nearer ye come!

We would fain

Welcome you fitly,

But faint are our voices

And feeble our lays.

Come then, dwell within us,

With your power inspire our hearts,

Then shall our songs,

Like clouds expanding,

Carry your glory

Throughout the world.