You were blamed in the slayings of the dry ones; you spread abroad, O blind guest, the roaring host. A great fountain you sought, O worm; the feet moved — you, divinely inspired, desired the slaying of the robbers.

You have defended Kutsa in fatal fights with Śuśna; you have destroyed Śambara in defence of Atithigva; you have trodden with your foot upon the great Arbuda; frm remote times were you born for the destruction of oppressors.

Thou savedst Kutsa when Susna was smitten down; to Atithigva gavest Sambara for a prey. E'en mighty Arbuda thou troddest under foot: thou from of old wast born to strike the Dasyus dead.