O best of seers, the people desired thee as a leader, rich with gifts and strength. By hymns called from the skies, the mighty Brahman, the foe of foes, did not steal away the wealth.

Maghavan, who are honoured by men, you have repaired to the presence of the sage for (the sake of) bestowing (upon him) wealth, and when soliciting (you) in his need (for aid); defending (him) with your protection, the guileful, impious Dasyu has been destroyed in the contest for the spoil.

Come, Maghavan, Friend of Man, to aid the singer imploring thee in battle for the sunlight. Speed him with help in his irypired invokings: down sink the sorcerer, the prayerless Dasyu.