Rudra

But Pratap Rudra, routed repeatedly by his lack of preparedness in a rapidly altering region, had exposed his weaknesses.

Pratap Rudra, who had put up his best fight yet, was taken prisoner and banished to Delhi; he died en route.

For we know indeed the terrible strength of the sons of Rudra, of the vigorous Maruts, the liberal givers of rain.

Who are these resplendent men, dwelling together, the boys of Rudra, also with good horses?

Indeed they have harnessed the winds as horses to the yoke, and the men of Rudra have changed their sweat into rain.

In beauty thou art the most beautiful of all that exists, O Rudra, the strongest of the strong, thou wielder of the thunderbolt!

May I without mischief find shade, as if from sunshine, may I gain the favor of Rudra!