Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.172

1.172.1

चि॒त्रो वो॑ऽस्तु॒ याम॑श्चि॒त्र ऊ॒ती सु॑दानवः ।
मरु॑तो॒ अहि॑भानवः ॥

O bountiful Maruts, let your course be radiant, and your protection radiant too; O you whose brilliance gleams like serpents.

आ॒रे सा वः॑ सुदानवो॒ मरु॑त ऋञ्ज॒ती शरुः॑ ।
आ॒रे अश्मा॒ यमस्य॑थ ॥

O bountiful Maruts, that shaking spear of yours is far off; far off is the stone you hurl.

तृ॒ण॒स्क॒न्दस्य॒ नु विशः॒ परि॑ वृङ्क्त सुदानवः ।
ऊ॒र्ध्वान्नः॑ कर्त जी॒वसे॑ ॥

O bountiful Maruts, now turn away the peoples of the grass-shafted one; raise us up for life.