Play, O Shardha, like the storm-wind’s swift plunder, the marut-like spoil, in the chariot—Kanva sings forth to you.

Celebrate, Kaṇvas, the aggregate strength of the Maruts, sportive, with horses, but shining in their car.

SING forth, O Kanvas, to your band of Maruts unassailable, Sporting, resplendent on their car