1Let him, as mortal, crave this speech for him who presses of the juice! As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away.

2The kinsman hath endued his robe even as a son is clasped in arms. He went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like.

3That hero who produces strength, he who hath propped both worlds apart, Gold-hued, hath wrapped him in the sieve to settle, priest-like, in his place.