He tasted like a wolf, he held sway over the brave; the young men, O Nāsatya, were freed. Then the mighty one with forearms beheld the young man and showed mercy, and did not act harshly.

Nāsatyas, leaders, you liberated the quail from the mouth of the dog that had seized her, and you, who are the benefactors of many, have granted to the sage who praises you, to behold (true wisdom).

Ye from the wolf's jaws, as ye stood together, set free the quail, O Heroes, O Nasatyas. Ye, Lords of many treasures, gave the poet his perfect vision as he mourned his trouble.