Observe those in whom clear thought is held—the ghee-bearing, the gold-decked, the hidden dwellers wander through caves; no woman among men is of false nature—speech is united with law.

In whom the water-shedding, golden-coloured lighting, is fitly deposited like a chaplet (of clouds) moving in the firmament like the (splendidly-attired) wife of a man (of rank), and distinguished in assemblies like a sacrificial hymn.

Close to them clings one moving in seclusion, like a man's wife, like a spear carried rearward, Well grasped, bright, decked with gold there is Vak also, like to a courtly, eloquent dame, among them.