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2 Far be from us, O Maruts, ye free givers, your impetuous shaft; 3 O Bounteous Givers, touch ye not, O Maruts, Trnskanda's folk;

2 Come with kind thoughts, most liberal, rousing the warrior's hymn of praise, with bounteous ones, 3 As nourishers we tie the thread, and, liberal with our bounty, offer sacrifice. 4 Dawn drives away her Sister's gloom, and, through her excellence, makes her retrace her path.