Thus he supports you with his fierce power; the cooling, metal-bright vigour is not a stream. The adorned, variegated banner of the rest who were not cut down did not fall; O scion of the Raghu line, they slew not.

He casts (afar his flames) as an archer (his arrows), and sharpens when about to dart his radiance, as (a warrior whets) the edge of his metal (weapons), he who, variously moving, passes through the night, like the light-falling foot of a bird perched upon a tree.

Archer-like, fain toshoot, he sets his arrow, and whets his splendour like the edge of iron: The messenger of night with brilliant pathway, like a tree-roosting bird of rapid pinion.