From Agastya's rivers the seven swift streams flow; the hosts of men move in order, all kings and people.

Yoke the two red horses to your chariot, for the nephews of Agastya, and overcome, rājā, all theniggard withholders of oblations.

Thou for Agastya's sister's sons yokest thy pair of ruddy steeds. Thou troddest niggards under foot, all those, O King, who brought no gifts.