The poet fell, O Rākṣa, like the sun at two horizons; who leads the spoils and pours forth the glorious gift? The threefold generosity of the strong, the famous steeds, speak with joyous praise the flourishing wealth.

The sage praises you, Indra, for the grant of desirable (food), since you have made the earth the bed of the asura; Maghavan has made the three (regions) marvellous by his gifts, and has destroyed for (the prince) Duryoṇi (the asura), Kuyavāca, in combat.

Indra, the bard sang forth in inspiration: thou madest earth a covering for the Dasa. Maghavan made the three that gleam with moisture, and to his home brought Kuyavac to slay him.