1
ARAYI, one-eyed limping hag, fly, ever-screeching, to the hill. We frighten you away with these, the heroes of Sirimbitha.
2
Scared from this place and that is she, destroyer of each germ unborn. Go, sharp-horned Brāhmaṇaspti and drive Arayi far away.
3
That floating log without a man to guide it on the river’s edge— Seize it, you thing with hideous jaws, and go you far away thereon.
4
When, foul with secret stain and spot, you hastened onward to the breast, All Indra’s enemies were slain and passed away like froth and foam.
5
These men have led about the cow, have duly carried Agni round, And raised their glory to the Devas. Who will attack them with success?