Come, restrain the bull with power; in the fertile field the hero desired the fair-going cow. The strong one stood like a lamp there; may the foes not wish to press upon the earth—he who knows pain.

You have protected, Maghavan, the excellent son of Śvitā, when combating for his lands, and encouraged (by you) when immersed in water; do you inflict sharp pains on those of hostile minds, who have long stood (in enmity) against us.

Svitra's mild steer, O Maghavan thou helpest in combat for the land, mid Tugra's houses. Long stood they there before the task was ended: thou wast the master of the foemen's treasure.