Upon their chests for beauty's sake they bind gold armor.

From the heavenly udder they milk down rain.
"Through whose wisdom, through whose design do they come ?" cries the poet.

They have no real adversary.

The kings of the forest they tear asunder, and make tremble even the rocks.

Their music is heard on every side.[18] RUDRA.
The father of the Maruts, Rudra, is 'the ruddy one,' _par excellence_ and so to him is ascribed paternity of the 'ruddy ones.' But while Indra has a plurality of hymns, Rudra has but few, and these it is not of special importance to cite.