O king of kings, going to the inaccessible Tirtha, called Sashyana, where the cranes disappear in the forms of Susas and reappear every year in the month of Kartikeya and bathe in the Sarasvati. O descendant of Bharata, O best of the Bharata race, O greatly exalted one. O chief of men, one, bathing there, becomes like the moon and obtains the fruits of giving away one thousand kine.