Bearer of rites, endowed with truth, they stood again firm—great poets, lords of the path. With their arms they supported the blazing fire and the stone; lo! the conqueror of the expanse offered that chariot in battle.

Those sages, eminent for truth, having seen through the false (illusions of the asura), again pursued the main road thither, and with their hands cast against the rock the destructive fire, which, till then, was not there.

The pious ones when they had seen the falsehoods turned them back, the sages stood again upon the lofty ways. Cast down with both their arms upon the rock they left the kindled fire, and said, No enemy is he.