When you bestowed the prize of booty, when the generous gave, the brave shone like gold in the spoils; let them rest in sleep with wealth.

White offspring of Saramā, with tawny limbs, althogh barking you display your teeth against me,bristling like lances in your gums, nevertheless, to quietly to sleep.

When, O bright Son of Sarama, thou showest, tawny-hued! thy teeth, They gleam like lances' points within thy mouth when thou wouldst bite; go thou to steep.